Is there a tree where different types of fruits tempt you, but there is that one fruit missing, the one you love the most. You remember the tenderness, the succulent feel that satiated your soul. Yet, this tree crowded with fruits, burdened branches where crowds rush in, as if this is a miracle. One tree can yield so many different fruits, but the hunger for … Continue reading Observing the Tree
It was just yesterday, born from my imagination, a convenient one, snatched from a tomorrow; my greedy mind desired a grand reality. Even after repeated disintegration, the little particles had portions of soul, still breathing and struggling to survive the relentless battering by an artificial nature. If that’s what reality comprised of, the chances of being mislead towards a disheartening way of existence is evident. … Continue reading Intense Conflict
It was not even close to being a day! The shortest and most complex moment which was carrying a little portion of the night and early hours of a gloomy time. Waking up with a startle; well, that was not a new experience, but the dream, the sequence, and images evaporated from the mind sooner than expected. It was like inquiring about the ephemeral experience … Continue reading Another Morning
Simplicity brutally overthrows the haughtiness of demeaning ideas. They continue to ruin the better part of the thoughts, meddling with the mind, the most private of affairs. Claiming to be the most innocent visitor, they turn out to be destructive parasites. Insolent ideas are like barbs to impale the necessary words; it becomes a mission to malign the simplicity of emotions which have the potential … Continue reading Insensitive
Let’s dissociate from everything and allow myself the freedom to idle the mind. I want to interpret the hypocrisy that I have been dealing with. To be honest, I cannot arrive at an original thought if I engage with the craftiness of boisterous surrounding. I can spare my feelings from the ignominy of accepting the lies that are delivered every day through various mediums. The … Continue reading Dissociation
It is impossible defining trust from a distance, from the words spelt put carefully, but still cannot be distinctly understood by the thorough intuition. Perhaps, that precious feeling is delirious under the circumstances it has to endure. What if trust is simulated in a grand way? There are shrewd ways to script the perfect emotions to fit the expectations. The longing for feelings can take … Continue reading Trust
Do we ignore life so much that the truth in writings feels uninteresting? Sometimes a piece of writing has to be hollowed out and filled with mundanity to appeal to the taste- as acquired over a period of time. It could be that life feels so burdened with everyday repetitiveness. Yes, mostly the routine, the lifecycle of thought, and the remnants of consequences stay longer … Continue reading Ignoring The Relevance
There is a flaw in our thinking process because we believe that glass is fragile. It shatters and lacerates the reflection, the images we hide from, and the reality of the prevalent world. The weather if filtered to give those eyes a false dream, or a changing canvas that represses the feelings and voices. None can gauge the health of glass, and its transformation to … Continue reading The Flaw and Reflections
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
There is a true sense of freedom in solitariness. It is about giving a chance to a soul to strengthen itself to realise a greater purpose of existence. A worthwhile time or moments to discriminate between the useful and unpurposeful thoughts. It is necessary to discriminate and challenge the frivolous thoughts that occupy the mind and drives it towards insanity that disguises itself in vanity. … Continue reading Solitary
Amitav Chowdhury 