How long have you known the present, when it’s fleeting nature takes it elsewhere Search through your memories, even at the backyards of abandoned time Honestly, the present is reduced to other particles, dwells in another dimension Yet you want to grasp it, but escapes magically like ethereal dust Wounding the consciousness around a fundamentally unstable reality is insanity Truth has a cultural tone, disguised … Continue reading What Really Exists
Incidents are not incidental anymore Somebody accompanies this chaos… uninvited, unheralded Only spoken disbeliefs… there are fewer written proofs Easily, the ink of antiquity has been diluted Demonstrations and outrage over chicanery The entire volume of triviality becomes heavier every day It is not contradictions anymore, but lack of clarity A polarized world pulls the strings of thoughts irksomely ~Amitav Continue reading Incidents
As you think of contradictions to be an excuse There are only new definitions to defend Only after abandoning the primaeval reasons A grandiloquent misdemeanour at someone’s behest The ink was compromised during the transitions Upheavals, wars, conflicts, and cultural turmoil Unrepentant activities of maligning each other Smeared with the once-revered ink- a travesty While uprisings, the destructive ones, were unabated Everyone took the bait … Continue reading From the Contradictions
Familiar voices speaking of unrecognizable emotions As if there is nothing more joyous than discussing these On being asked more, the voices fumble and become distant Uncaringly leading the way, also, asking everyone to follow Towards fallow lands, while earthless feelings vanish Noises everywhere, but there is little sense in everything Walked into a trap without realising the true sentiment At the will of an … Continue reading Where It Leads Us…
You lavishly impose your idiosyncracies Would you ever consider the dreams you had? The way you look at me makes me invisible Your voice sounds entirely different now Have you transformed your intonations? A slight change exaggerates the modifications At the onset, the stories were more desirable Understandings have been stretched painfully How confidently you altered your accents The aslant sarcasm weighs heavily on life … Continue reading When It Deviates
Some persuasive realities take something away from me An experimental sleep that I cannot escape The restlessness arises from such a torpor A difficult reality hardens the senses- they do not believe the metaphors Stories are read with expressionless eyes Feeble intellectualism births a stubborn conjecture Discordant voices unsettle the verses Languages speaking of life in a rhythm recedes Exposing the vulnerable world’s meandering patterns … Continue reading Persuasion
During expansion, many things disappear! Some of them are relegated to the idle corner of the memory, while others, relatively unknown, fade out without a trace. They may not be insignificant, but their fate pulled them towards an early exit. It is difficult linking them to the stored memories because they rarely leave a trail of expectations. I am referring to ‘thoughts’, that have been … Continue reading The Expansion
We may be making things even more complicated by oversimplifying the intricacies. It is a common behaviour to perceive things as complex. It is thought to be an unnecessary addition to the already convoluted narrative that’s mired in fallacious hypotheses. It is even more complicated to label everything as simple and thinks that it will be simpler to comprehend them. A deliberate dilution of an … Continue reading The Complexities of Oversimplification
Misdeeds stare like unhealed wounds There isn’t a cure yet, the heart is unwilling to seek Nothing can stop the curve from turning away from light Night foams menacingly; it’s a sinister sign Forfeited all that was offered Trepid breath speaks to the darkness Soon, the light will fizzle, and the paths blurry Faint reflections too will turn away in hatred Those responsible for muddling … Continue reading Unhealed
When nothing stirs and it feels the time has deserted the world Borders are blurred, eyes feel lazy to vision any fruitful dreams There are no more stories for now; the mind babbles still Speaking of new adventures with the birth of a sober morning This orb is not made of glass for it to be shattered by foolishness Mundane work anaesthetise the mind, one … Continue reading Of Nothing
Amitav Chowdhury 