Oh-so incredibly perplexing the order of the events Tired of rearranging them; they settle on their own On unsettled segments created by irregular lines When boundaries look like feverish insecurities Unfamiliar nights vehemently lure the restless soul There are no remedies for a trembling world Shrouded in the inscrutable mystery of incognito time Stillness of the watches bury the vibrancy of life Living through laboured … Continue reading There is Fear
Dubious outcomes are not uncommon Wrapped in insincere embellishments Broadcasting an auspicious future At the intersection of human feelings and electronic interference Only inference possible is that of exaggerated announcements Scripted like an oddly shaped vest to envelop the mind Since the arrival of seasons have altered, even, misappropriated Fruits of such laborious diatribes are insipid The world does not feel illuminated, but it still … Continue reading The Common Tiredness
Walled by the mirrors Reflections hate each other Tediousness creeps in Feelings claustrophobic Due to lack of air Freshness of variety Eyes feel dull Absorbing the images Oh! They are shrewd Won’t allow anyone To interpret- Except for those reflections Carefully attired By the same ideologies One addiction is enough They speak too much A comforting language Of self-praise and hatred Depending on the temper … Continue reading Between Reflections
The acts of superficiality become a formidable cage after some time Tightly wound in a convoluted pattern The wired patterns strangle the real essence Immense effort of the toiling minds behind the deeds Time, twisted and forced to a grotesque meaning, crooks reality Delicate senses just evaporate like the fine fragrance Unable to bear the cunning dilemma between life and utter vanity Split images, reflections … Continue reading Something Superficial
The straggling words pull the mind through a maze Unsuspecting mind wandering there was among the crowd Pulled along the damp ground for the desires to be scattered No, there are no eager hands to nurture them For convenience, the comparisons are laid to rest A world that is embraced by the darkness feels pleasing Sometimes, sprinkled with stars, the only reason to hope Perspectives … Continue reading Where it Leads
The squirming narratives infest the consciousness Scurrilous thoughts spewed by the ones affected Potent venom incapacitates the sensitivities The vitriol that’s within become the staple language Feelings drown in an acrimonious world Looking for sympathisers- egotistic thrust from a clan Pour over; even drown forever in the lethal quagmire ~Amitav Continue reading Drowned in Despair
Vibrant thought cannot merely compress their enthusiasm Through narrowness of an unaesthetic route of literal senselessness Trepidation while following the naivety of those strewn characterisation Masks, masked, and unmasked; stony glares from paradise lost Merriment of masquerading while advancing to besmirch the emotions Strangulating the last garden where philosophies could have blossomed What unfolds from misunderstanding their nature is ghastly At the backdrop of sleazy … Continue reading Uneasy Patterns
Vain selection of time to wait in patience to breed impatience What possesses a soul after the mysterious caress of the night Striving in silence to suppress the tranquility; it’s an orthodox moment So many unwanted thoughts crawl all over like slithering vines Caged by them, but now vanity speaks of a different passion Dreaming of giving an artificial splendour to the crumbly walls While … Continue reading Vanity
It’s vain to nourish the soul with jealousy and pride The self-traitorous one wants to snatch away someone else’s morsels Innermost greed weakens life’s forces and consumes the soul like ravenous termites Vainglorious wisdom set-off the unfortunate events of destruction Insalubrious mind wouldn’t mind unleashing a tirade against freedom and love Ignorance is unrepentant; a hardened heart and crumbly soul is perfidious Avaricious dreams devour … Continue reading It’s Vain
The words do not become a symbolism of an escapist Neither a pacifist nor a radical activist They merely do not appear from somewhere, but carefully contemplated Speculations can go wrong, as thoughts depraved invade simultaneously All contradictions aren’t indications of well thought of a plot Words are those messenger who can become rebellious Always prudent to take that pen to craft the words carefully There … Continue reading Beyond Symbolism
Amitav Chowdhury 