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
Upon what the paths rest, we know not for sure Always the hurried feet may not heed the undercurrent Sometimes looking behind or looking ahead, way too far Carrying the precariously balanced vessel of worries Time pushes the journey; the skirmishes from resisting time If there was any reality of engaging with a fallacy Cagey eyes vision the world with a hostile intent Seeking a … Continue reading Upon What They Rest
Those who belittle solitude in foul languages Surround me like a swarm of bees; it is stifling Accusations crawl over logic so creepily What utter nonsense can achieve? I feel dismayed by the weather that prevails They overlap now and blur the distinct nature How can I just fold my dreams so oddly? I feel the busyness is so languorous, and cliched too There is … Continue reading Odd Moments
Interpretation of darkness with clarity is laborious Shadows become an obstacle; the mystery loiters to spread gossips Simply finding the faces is a challenge and voices speak of vices Feet move unheeded and the ground feels aloof The disconcerting disconnect, a lure of uncanny feelings All the doors are shut- of all the uninviting houses with gloomy lights It’s a pity one cannot reach the … Continue reading The Soul of Darkness
When we do not comprehend a feeling We become obsessed with it and scrutinize Mere superficial curiosity translates to various definitions On the stilts of words a feeling called love travels Navigates through treacherous terrains of complexities A pure feeling is jolted to the core across tumultuous journey None realizes love beyond the physical Till then the commotion with the feeling will persist Love has lost … Continue reading A Feeling and Commotion
Truant streaks of Light Through the window of doubt Timorous becomes the spectrum of rainbow© Continue reading Odd Predicament
“If only, communication was our forte.” ~Amitav Continue reading Communication
Amitav Chowdhury 