Beyond Any Imagination-A New World

Silence takes away the precious times with my unborn emotions Time takes birth in a new avatar and enshroud my words in an unknown spell Night and day trades places transforming the space into another dimension Slowly turning its sentiments towards the evolving and evasive reality When darkness has a special place for isolation as it blooms so passionately The soul that was baffled embraces … Continue reading Beyond Any Imagination-A New World

Brooding Time

Brooding time bears the testimony of an uncanny world Devouring the precious moments even before they can run freely Like a fierce competition against another reality trying to merge Plucking the roots and leaving the earth fallow in troubled paradise None can see the end of time that like a serpent’s fangs are bifurcated Sometimes the night just whistles past the desolate houses Strange occurrences … Continue reading Brooding Time

Hysteria

Grappling with time and a world that blooms in an astral pattern Occasional dreams of the truth that bends the reality of this existence Minor jolts along the crisscrossing fault lines, like a giant palm showing the fate Mapping with the universe in the most dense night of trembling fear Dreams are replaced in the hysteria of a transforming reality, sleep is still a delusion … Continue reading Hysteria

Unfriendly Time

Time never warned of its intentions, but the moods have changed drastically like a nightmarish dream. The terse mannerism, the current candor, has been an awakening for the routinely busy world.Can anyone question a dream conceived by the Universe at a time that has been beyond the consciousness of the deleterious environment? Nothing feels intimate anymore; the embrace of the seasons is melancholic, as if … Continue reading Unfriendly Time

On a Faint Fresh Morning

The morning does look neat after a harrowing night Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window Peels … Continue reading On a Faint Fresh Morning

The Shadows that Float

Evergreen floats on the overcast reflections Dense time and its late ripples, the expanding circumferences Slowed down, but it feels awkward when its time to reminisce Turning time to suit my existence is a dream that spirals around Like a serpentine reality wounding itself, stifling my breaths Consuming me, while I try connecting the blurry points Grappling with the echoes of forgotten epoch, a present … Continue reading The Shadows that Float

Tell Me A Story

“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story

Harm Less

We can harm stones too Stony paths traversed Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock Jagged edges bleeding the soul We could have been cured The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison Heartless now, in the midst of a desert Fine granules of time hurt the eyes Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life Hurtling themselves towards a chasm Working out the Karma The pestilence of … Continue reading Harm Less

Downpour

Fireflies die, darkness is more stark Yet, shrouded in timeless mystery Swirls of dreams take refuge in vanishing luminescence Savage clouds throw tantrums, lightning warnings It feels that midnight will be delayed At the cusp of strange anomalies Malefic times etch random patterns Like signs of an imminent cataclysm Droplets settle on anxious somnolent life On their way, the forceful downpour ~Amitav Continue reading Downpour

Feeble Images

Not the diminishing darkness Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays Avows its decisions to smear the brightness Day starts with a sense of feebleness Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images Where every event pulls you down The fierceness of the visions Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts Hopes flailing against the deluge Time behaves like quicksand There’s no way one can flee the … Continue reading Feeble Images