The morning does look neat after a harrowing night Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window Peels … Continue reading On a Faint Fresh Morning
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
Occasional congregation of the clouds Grumbling at the despairing landscapes Thirsty eyes frequently stares at the sky Time has etched a difficult pattern One cannot revisit the earlier moments Aching hearts unburden fine feelings Shallow craters do not hold much woes Escapes maddeningly towards oblivion Not that rainy days have arrived yet Only the horizon looks threathening Angry lightning annihilate unseen places Long before one … Continue reading Overshadowed
Sudden downpour, an early event At that time, when the clime was mysterious Occurrences at the unearthly hours Timeless trouble that man carries within Like an unknown burden In certain ancient moment they entered Affright with the transformations of time Fleeing has been a failure, a fault still repeated At this time, the apprehensions crawl out Hiding in the mind, in nature, and wild Only … Continue reading Sudden
A fragile day weighs heavily Distorted by the gusty winds Threatening clouds Lightning sparks nature’s debate Emptied streets ne’er complain Many sighs and frowns Even windows are stubborn Rapidly evolves a gloominess Violates the uneasy tranquillity Smudged dreams drip like paint An aged reality breathes uneasily Defaced spaces bathed overnight Tastes of repentance on the tired tongue Yet, struggles to confess The follies that have … Continue reading It Feels Heavy
Clothes were forgotten to the darkness Washed clean of their worries But exposed to the inclement weather Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury Pegs try to control them Weakened by the onslaught Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn … Continue reading They Face the Wrath
Some days appear cleaner- washed away by the overnight rain All the debris and worries; human misapprehensions and mistrusts Disappear, as the rains dream of a new beginning It may be gloomier and quieter, but how peaceful in stillness A difficult night washed by Providential rains looks like a child praying Even for a brief moment, the vagaries of humanity feels distant Now the innocent … Continue reading Some Clarity
The verdure loveliness laments at the apathy of delayed morning No! The Sun has not fled; it’s the proudness of the clouds to be blamed Some alarms wake up the heart with such palpitating moments Consoling winds urge the clouds not to hold on to the precious tears A responsive landscape wait to nourish the sprouting life Brightness will follow after the desires of life … Continue reading Late Awakening
To think of rains as a visitor, and that too a friendly one depends on their time of arrival. Whether our plans are washed away or desires fulfilled, can only be decided by the state of mind we are in. One moment of disruption and another of romanticism; there’s really a visitor’s sentiment that qualifies as ferocious or rejuvenating. Out there, the scenes floating around … Continue reading To Think of Rains
There is no discord, but probably being ignored for a while upped the annoyance Who shall intervene for a reconciliation between the aggrieved day and brooding feelings? The day is flickering now; it’s time for a moist evening to absorb the melancholic sentiments Getting drenched is a desire if the clouds would be generous enough tonight Is it going to be another struggle to see … Continue reading Washed Away
Amitav Chowdhury 