Fading

Could have been a delightful morning If I could remember the pleasant dream Abruptly erased, for I failed to embrace them dearly All these worries rush in without my consent Time descends toward uninspiring and dark depths Where the brightest have to surrender Tiring pace of monotony and the monochrome days Early shadows across the new-born light Their fading brilliance is an ominous sign ~Amitav Continue reading Fading

It’s Quiet

At the quietest hour it escapes from darkness’s possession Its anonymity helps find the passage toward the everyday ritual Waiting to feel that cosmic spark, to ignite with benevolent light From the embrace of life and sleep and frolicking dreams A serpentine demarcation between reality and illusion In a fetal position, life wakes up from another conscious separation Into the most peaceful world, wordless, without … Continue reading It’s Quiet

The Desired Space

Oeuvre of the undisguised heart, at moments of ecstasy Entirely unbridled, expresses the feelings in a joyous rhythm Thoughtless during the most busy times; careless glances at the day Taking the morning away, from the clutches of mundanity To the most safest place, where the wandering imaginations visit A sacred place, amidst a secret location, landscapes of profundity Verdant reflections, resonance of voices from another … Continue reading The Desired Space

Another Reality

Soft tones of an early moment try to elucidate the rising feelings Quietness is a trusted friend during the luxurious realisations Becoming aware is like moulting, a new beginning, a new perspective Fresh appearance, wonderful reflection will be magnified Holding on to the purest energy and wandering purposefully Collecting scattered treasures of supernatural nature is a pride Brilliant eye, the most significant orb, is aware … Continue reading Another Reality

Like a Morning

Mellowed charm of a life trying to find shelter In the vanishing mirthful places, surviving in patches Where the light likes to shower its blissfulness Wondering about the worldly dawn Unaware of the celestial dawning, an ancient mystery Hidden by mysterious events of timeless reality Concealing the greater part of existence Unaware of the magical awakening every morning A busy fate restrains them from exploring … Continue reading Like a Morning

Emerging

Surprising glimpse of rustic images Sleeping city in the foetal position Dreaming of a primeval world Continuing with the traditional sleep Vanishing haziness expose the pureness Longing of the soul arise at predawn Fading of the artificial barriers Cleansing of an overused canvas Crushing so many desires and colours Imploring everyone to identify them Subjugating energised pure imaginations Concealing truth in deceptive designs Darkling landscapes … Continue reading Emerging

Courage

Sorrowful light scorns at the idleness A solitary man spent the night contemplating It as not about the dreams anymore Sleep is not fondly remembered Silent bridge, across fathomless depth Nightly thoughts push him along this path Another side, a little lonelier than expected Desperately trying to salvage the freedom Grains of life still carry the eternal hope Requires a greater sacrifice in a faithless … Continue reading Courage

Inappropriate

Morning smeared with the unsettling images That the first light has to endure; a perversion Brought upon by the reflections through cracked prisms Wild guesses on the patience of time Cracks are visible on the trampled pathways Inconsistencies, and sustained injuries by the actions Tremors of dysfunctional thoughts At the prime of indecent era- belligerence, anarchy Violating the sanctity of a brilliant morning Visible absurdities … Continue reading Inappropriate

Narrating the Reality

An unmasked reality finally meets the light Enjoying the dawn after a prolonged spell of darkness Joyous tears they are- reflections of freedom and gratitude A world settled there; precious drops sparkle Not entangled in the tentacles of an unworldly energy More secrets will be known through passionate tales Close your eyes for now; O’ satisfied soul, you can feel again Not merely glance at … Continue reading Narrating the Reality