Wherever the mind sets, does it rise above the rest Journey is not about settling there, waiting for the sunrise Resurgence from the East, a squint of light, teasing the little gaps between the curtains Darkness retreats, somewhere, not judged by the prejudices All that plodding along the conservative ways returns to a void A circuitous path becomes a recurring theme in life, nothing yields … Continue reading Mindsets
Inattentive soul, aspiring to imagine half-tone images Walk away further, tilt your head, the eyes prance between the spaces, and figure out a stymied outcome Natural lights are neglected, hushed tones, as imaginations drift sharply Neglected memories, the cunning time that builds a craving withing, without which you cannot step out Distancing from the self, transforming with a designed fashion, overlooking a perforated landscape Piercing … Continue reading Neglected
The mirrored reflectionA defiant stillness of inner chaosAges have not mellowed the soul yetForsaken the warnings of timeTransient remembrance of lightning realizationsSoon forgotten, the pursuit of beguiling dreamsBroken and tired willCreating frantically, carving out from the vortexTemerity of challenging timeThe still piercing gaze of reflectionsUnfazed by the worldly tusslesEnmity between soulsUnraveling the accursed fateReflections of unrepentant existenceImpetuous journey, fighting reflections© Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading The Reflections-A Poem
While dreaming, I turn away from the earlier ones, feeling saturated and satiated with those experiences. Not that they have been fulfilling! Chances have been squandered for fear of alienating the others. There’s always a feeling of comparison that works against each other. I do not enjoy comparing their uniqueness, but the consciousness rushes in to group them and create an identity to place them … Continue reading When The Dreams Leave
Controversies such as this are irresponsible. Who scripts such narratives, especially, while talking about the literary world and the achievements of writers/authors, poets have to be delved into further. It is not trivializing the accomplishments of an author, an individual, after all the recognition she has due to her work? Here I am talking about the latest fiasco, where BBC (The British Broadcasting Corporation) anchor … Continue reading Bernardine Evaristo
So many things change as I sit here and write I may have picked some of the ideas from keen observations As I find the appropriate words to personalise them Not necessarily memorise them or even invite them close enough For they are signs, like the neon signs which flicker in a rhythm Attractive, sometimes too dazzling, and psychedelic too A city probably feels the … Continue reading As I Write
We look at a story, as a stranger does, after arriving at a new city; with curiosity and awe or instant dislike. It takes some time to absorb the essence of a new destination where the story originates from. An introvert’s narrative is mysterious and disguised in metaphorical embellishments. It is not the language barrier, but the inability to connect with the sentiment, history, and … Continue reading The Story of Stories
Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days
Writing seems to be ebullient even while narrating the continuum of depreciating existence. The type of energy writing survives on seems to be of an unearthly nature. As a writer, I feel, there is a narrow labyrinthine scope allowed for a piece of creative narrative to witness the other end of the deliberate maze. All that the maze is composed of are — criticisms, rejections, premature conjectures, … Continue reading Labyrinthine Journey
Amitav Chowdhury 