The words are not safe anymore Looks fragile; the ink dries hurriedly Smudged, and sometimes crumbly Tossed away casually towards edges Pages reveal the unfeeling lines Even before time can consume feelings Stories are forgotten- vulnerable Inability to narrate the feelings Could not have emerged naturally From struggles of daily confabulations Comparisons and ersatz versions Of many cultural upheavals The pages will not be cleaner … Continue reading Unreliable Words
When I find nothing unusual My eyes are not intrigued Something beyond archetypes Nothing uneven, unexplored Beyond yourself, the life precincts A single narrative in different ways Like a swirl of chosen phrases A journey much anticipated But there are restrictions Running in a poorly designed maze Similar themes occur in various ways Characters mouthing dialogues Or, the storyteller’s narrations How long can one listen? … Continue reading What The Eyes Look For
The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives? Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes Where feelings … Continue reading Unabated
Yesterday is overstaying and tomorrow isn’t over yet Now that is the odd predicament this present moment is in Yes, laughable that it remains creased always One who desires to iron out this can only hope so Not only this world but this microcosm is also compromised A pattern only scooped out of a defiant pattern Of being worried and fretting over the unfulfilled expectations … Continue reading The Indecision
During one of those inattentive times, arcane thoughts settle somewhere Illustrious days are no more, now they are taken over by lethargy and laments It is treachery! It is not even wild purity, but a degraded sentiment Layers the skies and artefacts that are being carved and destroyed by another Is there an attempt to amuse everyone with some kind of nonsense? Strong curiosity and … Continue reading During Those Times
There is much more emphasis on lies to build a narrative Written in charcoal hues, the papers surrender to the deep smudges Bold claims along with wild promises form the letters in a convoluted pattern Expected to chant, memorise, and propagate them with passion Now, the tongue too has a darker shade of the language; their inflexion is also an indication The path they are … Continue reading The Emphasis
The fonts of the earth are esoteric; a language of a more conscious nature rarely resonates with the commonly spoken ones. Such a language does not clamour for space and has the essential rhythm of the universe. The language of such clarity do not congregate at a place for long; they dissipate into the ephemeral reality. Only keen senses have the ability to read and … Continue reading The Esoteric Fonts
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
Unfluctuating hum drowns most of the conflicting decibels Sparse narratives make a splash into the usual ripples Anguished ears pick up the waves, but seek unfettered sounds As the drama unfolds, there is an unexplainable silence Before deliverance from an unmeaningful communiqué An unknown sailor oars the narratives through safe channels Birds perched on the unreachable boughs monitor the change Probably, the keen eyes visions … Continue reading The Hum
Amitav Chowdhury 