Curves of Darkness

Darkness does not feel repetitive…dull morning, detachedDays, like addiction, influence the course of lifeSome force dents the vague boundaries Blunt words kill emotions; yet, passions uncontrolled spurs lifeSeeds of discontent, wild desires tamed transform withinArrested between the roots and their sinister wayward waysToday, if I ask someone, “what’s life?”, I find myself mired in minority complex There are no truthful replies, various modifications of liesDamned … Continue reading Curves of Darkness

What Really Exists

How long have you known the present, when it’s fleeting nature takes it elsewhere Search through your memories, even at the backyards of abandoned time Honestly, the present is reduced to other particles, dwells in another dimension Yet you want to grasp it, but escapes magically like ethereal dust Wounding the consciousness around a fundamentally unstable reality is insanity Truth has a cultural tone, disguised … Continue reading What Really Exists

Undisguised Insincerity

Feigned love, failed love, the masked appearances, behind the scenes a scripted chronological deception An exhilarating addiction and euphoria, the quiet hysteria of dark force Orchestrated lust, the trampled trust, like a warfare of counterfeit love; losing a portion of the soul with each crescendo of unhinged emotions All naked, bare emotions, stripped innocence, but a dramatized passion of a struggling soul, the rise of … Continue reading Undisguised Insincerity

Demystify

The obscure, forgotten, realms that only imaginations dare touch Spirit endures the harsh reality, the ravages of time In it’s brief existence, conjure up the energy to fight an existential angst Beyond utterances and promises and untimely fateful experimentation There is hope to sacredly hold the soul, go within and beyond Cultivate fertile imaginations on which dreams can spring Passionately embrace eternity before a quiet … Continue reading Demystify

Why write?

Write when the creative juices flow, struck by a passionate creative angst to carve out our own stories, nurture them, praise them or put them on a pedestal, with ink, carving out their space, before presenting them to the world for some sincere scrutiny and sometimes harsh critiques. Writers write, stories and experiences accumulate, memories tickle the pen…everyone of them wants a tribute. -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Why write?

Secret

In archaic tradition it flows deeper through you and into the oblivion You were carried before, at a different time, another destiny’s calling Cosmic spasms yield complex environment in the reflection of an eternal mirror Entanglement of primeval consciousness with the birth of pristine time No memory is effaced from the continuum, only a transformed reality Unfortunate to not keep all of them within, a … Continue reading Secret

Passive Voices

Passive voices earnestly chooses a time to speak urgently About that moment, when everything was dark, and sounds faint An unrest became too much to bear silently; abrasive feelings Hurt even more, when that time chose to stir up a controversy While facing the mirror, the enduring faces and expressions revisited Your expressions had no meaning and became feeble When the other contours became sterner, … Continue reading Passive Voices

Waiting for them to return

Staring curiously at the white spaces, a little twist by the restful fingers, trying to wake up the imaginations in the mind; urge them to wander, transcend the illusions. Sooner, there’s some rhythm in the fingers, words will follow too. The pen isn’t sure now, the insipid ink hopes to lure more passion. Quite exhilarating, the wandering of wild reflections, illumiming the dangerous curves, the … Continue reading Waiting for them to return