Some flowers bud and withers before bloom Never to dream again, withered, before fallen again Drooping branches, sign of resignation of nature Tired enough; no passersby, or even some who could caress the beautyToo much to bear, the early boon given away easilySleep, some souls never dream of waking amidst the untimely interruptionRare notes of beauty and it’s fragrance visits the quietest nightWhen moon settles … Continue reading Rare Moments of Beauty
Opaque reality, sitting here, trying to rein the unwanted distractions Silence and stillness is all I pray for; goodbye time I cleaned the hazy windows, drowned myself in clear water Feels fresh, even the night looks brighter, faint, pure light of transparency Now, the connections, with reality, the forgotten truth I found a comfortable position, my mind simply comprehending, unhurried The universe has a fragrance, … Continue reading More Than Curiosity
Sometimes the nights are in haste and I have to run my mind everywhere to gather my thoughts So many of them vanish like apparitions, some of them are sharp, they hurt, others are like healing embrocation, some even the rebels of present times You see, nights are rarely the time to rest, busier, since the world does not bother about a solitary silhouette experimenting … Continue reading Nights are Daring and Hasty
Night contemplated taking away the dreams farther I cannot risk the comfort of a numb darkness… indifferent time and region Some spaces are anomalies, like sunken areas, where I have fallen I can recognize myself, the language I speak, even as I struggle outside the realm Impassive faces and cold souls, there are languid movements, but no progress Have I missed the time? Forgotten to … Continue reading A World of Two Nights- A Poem
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
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
Not side-by-side anymore Drawing deeper parallels During the tumultuous nights Tired souls do not leave home Nurturing emotions are spent Discordant feelings in between The world becomes weaker Lack of pure consciousness Months entangled in time Unnaturally venomous intentions No more dreams for tired minds Struggling to find some sanity Togetherness is disintegrating Nights feel heavier and clumsy Numbness of the skin is petrifying ~Amitav Continue reading The Disharmonious Feel
Silhouettes dissolve into the sobbing darkness An unusual wicked shadow blankets the consciousness Wailings of broken promises resonate within the walls Graceless words decorated across the harsh lines Divides life into many areas of insincere dwellings Stunned reflections from freshly shattered mirrors Bleeds the dreams but the night curdles ominously ~Amitav Continue reading Yelling Darkness
When I have stared longer, competing with the stubborn deliberation of the night The night sky becomes becomes more mysterious, even grumbling about the lone spectator I am not trying to pick out the flaws or elatedly appreciate the cryptic exchanges All that this, silence cares to embrace me in a non-judgmental way, turning me into a stoic Like altering my beliefs during the somber … Continue reading Deciphering Mysterious Nights
Amitav Chowdhury 