Tell Me A Story

“Once upon a time…” Stories rarely begin this way now Memories fade Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul Till it weighs us down Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection Stories will have soul once again A storyteller’s pride, … Continue reading Tell Me A Story

Harm Less

We can harm stones too Stony paths traversed Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock Jagged edges bleeding the soul We could have been cured The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison Heartless now, in the midst of a desert Fine granules of time hurt the eyes Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life Hurtling themselves towards a chasm Working out the Karma The pestilence of … Continue reading Harm Less

Is There a Way?

There are not enough pleasant ways to look at things Among the disorderly objects- once objects of desire Greedily produced, without the order of love and consciousness Obliquus visions, the reasons seem to descend with frolick Fear thrown into the chaos for them to battle insanely Like intruders, they destroy the dreams and nights become sinister It’s a commitment to pleasure the devil- their calamitous … Continue reading Is There a Way?

Downpour

Fireflies die, darkness is more stark Yet, shrouded in timeless mystery Swirls of dreams take refuge in vanishing luminescence Savage clouds throw tantrums, lightning warnings It feels that midnight will be delayed At the cusp of strange anomalies Malefic times etch random patterns Like signs of an imminent cataclysm Droplets settle on anxious somnolent life On their way, the forceful downpour ~Amitav Continue reading Downpour

Feeble Images

Not the diminishing darkness Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays Avows its decisions to smear the brightness Day starts with a sense of feebleness Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images Where every event pulls you down The fierceness of the visions Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts Hopes flailing against the deluge Time behaves like quicksand There’s no way one can flee the … Continue reading Feeble Images