Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours The Sun shines, but it’s fury … Continue reading Missing Metaphors
As a writer, it is unnecessary to give a lengthy introduction, not a prologue, but a piece giving away vital information about the writing. Sometimes they sound even too apologetic and used as a ploy to attract some sympathy of readers. There is already so much being revealed that it feels laborious to read the main work after an excessively apologetic tone from a writer. … Continue reading The Explanations
It is not much I can gather during that curtailed moment From second-hand narrations, grudgingly trying to sound sane Listless days… the mornings wake up with a gloominess Lengthening the night’s mood to influence the day Opinions that are unverified, walk in, through concealed doors Non-literary glorifications across those tired pages Voices read dispassionately- only the alphabets matter Vacuous emotions sound too haughty to disguise … Continue reading Not Much To Listen
There is a flaw in our thinking process because we believe that glass is fragile. It shatters and lacerates the reflection, the images we hide from, and the reality of the prevalent world. The weather if filtered to give those eyes a false dream, or a changing canvas that represses the feelings and voices. None can gauge the health of glass, and its transformation to … Continue reading The Flaw and Reflections
He was fidgeting with the windows. Although it was morning, he wasn’t sure of welcoming the light. The room was pulsating with uncertain vibes. It was probably because of the kind of dreams he has been experiencing lately. Serene darkness did not make its way towards a simple path but deviated and crowded him with worrying dreams. The paroxysms were becoming intense; it was quite … Continue reading Through the Window
Clothes were forgotten to the darkness Washed clean of their worries But exposed to the inclement weather Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury Pegs try to control them Weakened by the onslaught Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn … Continue reading They Face the Wrath
Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day
Literature is misunderstood more often because they are treated literally. There is that expectation to communicate with a direct narrative, without the metaphorical and imaginative inclusions. While we can say that literature does arise from the subtle observations about the unexpressed feelings of a society that is too busy suppressing them. Probably, the writer detaches from the unruly distractions and manipulations or even surrenders to … Continue reading Perception and Relevance
Writing is like diving deep into an unknown ocean. With only a few words and phrases to build a raft, the pen becomes the oar. It is scary and there is no sign of the end. The beginning is that of procrastination, or of impulsive decision to start the journey. There is also a feeling of nervousness and about learning the surges of new emotions; … Continue reading Through Writing
Not a pinch of remorse over the death of metaphors They are buried and forgotten somewhere in the past In an unknown land where they once flourished Given a new meaning with the venerable ink Those who spoke frankly of the feelings- happiness and sorrows When souls ran deeper into the heart of life Looking for meaning in triumph and misfortunes Return every day to … Continue reading Death of Metaphors
Amitav Chowdhury 