Tag: Poet
The Fatigued Act
If Thoughts Survive
Recurrent Events
Eventually they pay me in rude silenceTurn away from my shadow, bypassing my soul Creating a rift within me, since I start doubting my feelingsVisions bifurcate, there, in front of me two identitiesManipulating my integrity, yet, the world is in motionLife loses momentum, these moments create a dense fogWhat once felt like a dream turns into a miasma of despairTime loses relevance, my reasoning repulsed … Continue reading Recurrent Events
Ageless Darkness
The ageless darkness brings life closer to sleepAnother leap in time, where morning mirrors the changeMultitudes of eternity, soul searching in tired clothesCrumbled dreams like paper, when poor poems are written Darkness conceives light, but the dream of eternity eludesJust like the trees become barren in winterSpring may wake up elsewhere, a forgotten soul will search-Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Ageless Darkness
The Idle World- Utopia
In idleness there’s greater momentum where an individual’s imaginations transcend boundariesIt is odd that the world perceives busyness the only way to existEve of another transition, when the day feels more exhausted than human aspirationsShaped by knowledge and languages that demean idle contradictionsSheer force of such arguments push the monomaniacal thoughts, amplified with untruthsIf I do not choose to lose my voice in a high … Continue reading The Idle World- Utopia
On a Different Trajectory
Feels like emotions are on a Ferris wheelLike another world revolving in the opposite directionEveryone spins, within, it feels sick to the coreIn the distance they cheer…feels like taunts, I do close my earsMy eyes see through the confusion, my soul pulled in by a forceIt is a fierce resistance against all the materialistic lureHere, freedom denied, but regained only after deathReturning to the depths … Continue reading On a Different Trajectory
Absurd Days
Days start with trepidation, vain lies and lazy expectationsSupine dreamers in a world caught in chaotic web Our own work of ambition, the development looks like concentric circlesAs if consciousness spirals in a certain domain Unaware of other dimensions, change feels repetitive, arrested freedomSome rare references of brilliance, borrowed from passages of melancholic expressionsDarkness with frankness, unabated passion stolen from the fierce opposersWhen they had … Continue reading Absurd Days
Bukowski Reflections
Listening too Late
I should have listened to the inner warningsReduced the volumes outside, pulled myself away from the repetitionsBefore habits destroyed the transformation of lifeNot too late though, now I have realized that I relied on conformityHow every idea form a complex clot in the system, resembling a ball of tense nervesIt happens, when too much worthless ideas are poured across the channelsHoping to sail across, a … Continue reading Listening too Late
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