Not Much To Read

Incommunicable conversations are being presented daily. Reams of paper wasted on the storytelling process that leads nowhere. It all gathers somewhere, crowded, and claustrophobically settled there, in a space designated for them. Experiences are commonly perceived through a similar vision. A little difference here and there according to the changing milieu. Uttered prematurely, the stories lose significance and body of feelings. It is difficult identifying … Continue reading Not Much To Read

Amitav ChowdhuryOctober 31, 2019October 31, 20193 Comments

Poetry

Not Enough to Begin With

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

Amitav ChowdhuryAugust 30, 2019August 30, 20193 Comments

Poetry

Hopeful Pen

How far can I stretch my pen I don’t know yet What if the ink refuses to flow even if the inkpot is full The images that will fail to appear to this gloomy world Even the Moons and stars would play hide n seek too often If the canopy of delusions wrap the emotions for too long Would they be able to breathe? When … Continue reading Hopeful Pen

Amitav ChowdhuryJuly 18, 2019July 18, 20192 Comments

Poetry

Cursed Ink

Do the words breathe or suffocate? Truth be cursed; an antagonist to those who repress it Dialogues deceive without delving into the crafty desires Denial, a lethal sword; the lacerations dig deeper Truth smothered is not truth denied, but an antithetical drama Uninspiring, delinquent, and incorrigible Straightjacketed words are distraught of being oppressed All the diktats are written in ugly ink Drunk, they are dunked … Continue reading Cursed Ink

Amitav ChowdhuryAugust 18, 2018August 18, 20184 Comments

Poetry

Pen Feels

The pen feels and yields to the gripping desires Heart consents after the inky darkness plead Notes unpraiseworthy wish to surrender The critical eyes singed the heart with infamy Claim to fame with blame, but shameless voices Truth painted controversially within a circle Of conceits and conceals of immoral disguises Stubborn pen dares to correct the profane courses Contemporaries aren’t pleased with stressed syllables Unworthy … Continue reading Pen Feels

Amitav ChowdhuryAugust 17, 2018August 17, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

A Pen

The slant of the pen decides its mood Whether the pages will be slashed or sink deeper Leave uncomfortable narratives with ink Craftily interprets the mood of the writer Sinewy words could be revived Or, drowned in some agony of disenchantment Chronicle a discourse of human dilemma Reluctant words choke the pen sometimes Only to be deluged with a feisty harangue Black or blue, the … Continue reading A Pen

Amitav ChowdhuryJune 11, 2018June 11, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

Pen

A pen without ink is worthless But extremely lethal too Sitting there in idleness waiting to wield its dangerous nature Like an unforgiving rapier draws deep furrows across helpless blank pages Transforms into a monster Extreme psychotic behaviour; runs amok like a naked sword Distraught and wounded pages Are reminders of a pen without feelings Evils are born from sulking and deep rage Never allow … Continue reading Pen

Amitav ChowdhuryMay 22, 2018May 22, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

For the Pen

Lest the pen becomes a slave, and the ink changes its hues without consent There is a conscious appeal of the heart to be loyal to the true sentiments Without suffocating the words with a deluge of emotions, the night is reliable to revise the lines Reticent fingers may hold back the flow of words which can bridge the rifts There will be times when … Continue reading For the Pen

Amitav ChowdhuryApril 8, 2018April 8, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

In A Corner

How much can you accumulate in a corner? Everyday stories gathered there over the years Differentiating them is impossible How can one identify the sentiments with a glance? Watching them pile up is a cause for concern Maybe, one day the words will be misshapen from the weight Reading them will be harder; not that anyone showed curiosity They were meant to be cornered against … Continue reading In A Corner

Amitav ChowdhuryApril 2, 2018April 2, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

The Pen

The feverish pen eagerly waits for drops of that potion Disturbances felt by its soul can be calmed by plain white spaces Waiting to shower some affection to the anxious soul Verses may exude delirious feelings due to worldly affectations Holding the pen reassuringly saves it from deliberate destruction Writing will reflect the pure conversations of life ~Amitav Continue reading The Pen

Amitav ChowdhuryMarch 16, 2017March 16, 20177 Comments