No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom … Continue reading Enfeebled
The woolly patterns warm the sky It is a chilly morning unwilling to wake up Wrapped in a comfortable darkness This warm feeling of anonymity and timelessness Labouring through the day feels annoying After a sudden resurgence of worldly emotions Breathing peacefully looking in a mellow home Time feels abundant, assuring, and friendly The images collapse against each other A new marvel of hazy colours … Continue reading Reclining
Fascinated by the toxic air, breathe in satisfyingly The suffering within, the entire world within will be clouded Entrapping a pernicious fate with distorted time Everyone feels confident about the misadventures… feels triumphant A satanic evocation, rituals of a tormenting kind Inventions that have contaminated throughout uprisings Few are there to contradict, stand up for the truth, the banal progression Exhausting minds, altering reality and … Continue reading Challenged and Channelled
Clothes were forgotten to the darkness Washed clean of their worries But exposed to the inclement weather Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury Pegs try to control them Weakened by the onslaught Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn … Continue reading They Face the Wrath
What is left behind is taken away by time Only as a memory they settle down deep They may fade, or remain there for a lifetime In an unborn reality, they can seep Struggles of mankind with a burdensome reality Faintly forgotten due to life’s feebleness Again, a consciousness awakens after brief mortality Somewhere life is tricked by a deviousness Encumbrance of time is a … Continue reading From Ages
A sulking evening is held feebly by the fading light Stories of a day frivolously spent narrate only spite Always a trembling insincerity while visiting a place Celebrations everywhere, but the heart has a grimace Azure skies have been less hopeful earlier in the day Distressed feel from a journey of travellers who stray Slanting light flows into a tremulous and loosened earth Traveller’s memories … Continue reading Fading Somewhere
To begin with, there are empty pages That moment feels like the dark ages Some sleep has slowed down the time A reverie stirs languidly on a loud chime Weeping darkness is waiting in anguish A feeble day has to momentarily languish Secrets waiting to be honestly embraced Anomalies in time and language displaced It is a long wait before a pen can speak A … Continue reading Not Enough to Begin With
I cannot work my way through the erratically shapeshifting labyrinth From the physical to the banal From reality to the pinnacle of absurdity From objectification through vacuous theories It is too much of a burden, a stressed job of being repetitive Which type of fortune can spring from that reality? The minds are being shaped by cultures of distinct patterns Constrained and urged to surrender … Continue reading Fortune
Looking at it Without looking into it Satiating the consciousness Only superficially Deciding confidently Decoding surfaces Confident hubris Eye rolls Complicated stares Distorted languages Particles play truant Changed patterns Capsized reality There’s no time To look into it ~Amitav Continue reading There is No time
Change is immortal and does communicate with time Not the change that we aspire maybe, but it is essential Accrued changes, the subtle changes, and changed changes All types are true and reality changes accordingly too Somewhere the heart feels so heckled by all this necessity As the anguish runs fervently through the backbone Change seems to be alien creatures that creep in Such experiences … Continue reading Change It Is…
Amitav Chowdhury 