Still, It’s Still not Enough

Crawling time develops thousands of feet, towards wilderness Thinking of arriving at freedom, from all pain and misbeliefs A lonely existence amongst a crowd infusing interpretations, meddling with the consciousness Illusions aren’t enough, contradictions are like the Lernean Hydra  Slow progress of time through a tunnel misguided, without a beginning and end Coexistence with misappropriated truths boldly etched on a fragile surface Everything seems to … Continue reading Still, It’s Still not Enough

There is No Pure Light

The era is quite dry, humid sometimes, but sudden deluge of nature’s rage Dampened moods, there is no other way out of this conundrum Light, not bright enough, clouded by the tired industries, demands, more demands Not simple dreams, it’s said, “you’re a failure, when you lose the urge to possess more Like a surrender to the persistent distractions, corners of life crowded Devoured spaces … Continue reading There is No Pure Light

The Opinionated Truth

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. -Marcus Aurelius When there are immense possibilities much beyond our ability to comprehend the truth of this existence, there are also greater chances of being mislead with false perceptions that have been etched deeply in the psyche of every age of existence. Just when we think that … Continue reading The Opinionated Truth

Revolving

Around a twisted axis turbulent time expands uncontrollably Tilted dreams, phases of shadows grow longer, a persistent fear Searching for the source; unaware of who births the light Tremulous grounds, a whirling fate twinned in a parallel reality Melting core goes deeper into chaos, a furious misdirection Revolving around the unconscious through a time bubble Unfathomable subliminal disarray, feeling dizzier during unpredictable changes -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Revolving

Claustrophobia

The existence delays its rent, it owes a lot to Time, spent force, a delayed start and incoherent response to the morning Almost a fancy disguise to avoid the probing glances of time, a messenger running synchronously with a tired journeyer Out of the fancy little spaces, spilling over to the crowded extravaganza, every little soul claustrophobic within the modern designs Plans, not according to … Continue reading Claustrophobia

Working Against Reason

A spiraling descent, another moral breakdown Layers of dissent settled heavily on the fate of days Vanishing spaces where pains can be expressed Disciplines have been sullied by diabolical minds Emerging pattern that spreads like an untamed devil Panic in the eyes, fear of an unknown transmorgification Existence at the crossroads of slowed evolution Pulling the reigns away from the rising ineptitude ~Amitav Continue reading Working Against Reason

Thus, The Purpose

Before a purpose blooms, the season’s turn dreary All this while, the pulses were racing Like the belly of a disturbing waterfall… dreams pulverized Without the agility of the fish, they sink deeper Pallor reflections off the waters… the rainbow arch is a dream A rare occurrence when the lone traveller is  reminiscing Gauging the enormity of life, the volume of existence Purpose can bloom … Continue reading Thus, The Purpose