Words bloom later, seasons and poets have drifted apart Poetic emotions lose relevance, like a lost child in a busy street Far away from home, mixed feelings about the indifferent world Where is that romanticism of life? Ossified heart have fallen into a deep chasm, feels no more Love does not pulsate anymore; it’s a ritual, a mere symbolism Comparison with proximity, but there is … Continue reading Lost Poeticism
It is not darknesse’s fate to melancholy hold In its bosom, and cries of an unfulfilled world Tired souls can shake off a tiring feeling Such an hour need not be full of mournful wishes Consciousness can awaken with positive omen Bidding adieu to tales of unworthy storytellers Choosing to be silent and a universal dweller Anguishes can lessen the sanctity of time Oh! This … Continue reading Where We Dwell
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
Not all evenings you get a glimpse of the moon It may be disappointing, but somewhere in the heart you feel assured Of its presence; probably, feels diminished by the gloominess Those gloomy eyes may have been pleading too much The changing tempers of the moon can be traced back to the cosmic feelings Seasons of the universe casts lesser light on this world Today, … Continue reading During its Absence
Imaginations are like transparent portions of life Delicately dissected from a dense perception of existence Microscopic eyes witnesses the profound knowledge Embedded by the cosmic hands A lifetime can be dedicated to deciphering their meaning Not enough still; it’s a humble surrender Arise with a perceptive mind Solitude becomes a trusted friend in the loneliness of a crowd No remorse! Look further for more imaginations … Continue reading Where to Seek
How long can one nibble at the hollow words? Even the insects change their course when the hollow pass leads elsewhere for interesting food Powdery remains of those words float around on spilt ink An unwilling pen won’t satiate its thirst with it, for fear of clogging its senses Last drop of feelings are overused, and the dry patches of pages aren’t impressed Choosing between … Continue reading Hollow
Poetry is difficult to understand and even more so composing them. Achieving freedom with few lines in verses is no mean task. The poet strives to paint rich imagery to illustrate various human emotions and experiences. It has to be eloquent, even while describing the most difficult emotions; no wonder, the poet has to search deeper to pick the appropriate words. A poet has to … Continue reading Pursuit of Poetry
How original is original, depends on perspectives It is not satiating to the eyes if they are not uniquely unique Does their freshness really have some newly-born fragrance The essence of pure from the immaculate soul of universe Passing the energies through the strainer for eternal potency That’s how original could be if the desires are honest ~Amitav Continue reading Original
Sometimes you conspire and combine to replicate an idea With the idea of strengthening its voice, but the inevitable happens And diminishes its relevance after being diluted with vacuous and pompous words Realisation, that ideas are not conveyed by words alone Intentions determine their values; without a destination and staying without expectations The foundation of relationship with creativity does not happen with sentences Or, with … Continue reading Affectations
Amitav Chowdhury 