Some of the reading are laborious indeed! The words are extremely ornamental, crafted by someone else, but awkwardly set in a design that diminish their glorious reflections. It is life going out to fetch some fancy pieces to enthral the reader with some borrowed vanity. First, the eyes feel tired, trying to extract some meaning from them; by then the mind shuts off, and the … Continue reading The Forced Reflections
Poetry may not be ostentatious enough for many. The serious metaphors may weigh too heavily on the prevailing thoughts. A middling narrative has become so prominent and accepted that one cannot penetrate or break into the complexities. Is it a mere rhythm of familiar expressions or some sense of an acceptable and easily identifiable tone? I know that reality becomes more real when it is … Continue reading Poetry and a Poet’s World
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
As a writer, it is unnecessary to give a lengthy introduction, not a prologue, but a piece giving away vital information about the writing. Sometimes they sound even too apologetic and used as a ploy to attract some sympathy of readers. There is already so much being revealed that it feels laborious to read the main work after an excessively apologetic tone from a writer. … Continue reading The Explanations
Letters are difficult to find nowadays When everything was poured into those words They were not authors or poets Only simple words in cursive held hands Entrusted with delivering the most intimate speeches They meant so much to the reader The eyes would reflect on the sentences Sometimes, more than once, even for a lifetime Will be kept away as precious jewels in a handmade … Continue reading Letters
Writing seems to be ebullient even while narrating the continuum of depreciating existence. The type of energy writing survives on seems to be of an unearthly nature. As a writer, I feel, there is a narrow labyrinthine scope allowed for a piece of creative narrative to witness the other end of the deliberate maze. All that the maze is composed of are — criticisms, rejections, premature conjectures, … Continue reading Labyrinthine Journey
You can either meekly read out the words that are imposing condescending standards or take that pen to infuse revolutionary and evolutionary standards by transforming the words to daring messengers. How many times reading has to be of self-pity and unnecessary victimization due to an erroneous representation of life? Pages after pages, volumes after volumes of prose, poetry, and fiction pile up to erect a … Continue reading All about Perception
A writer decides what writing is; sometimes undefined, they are natural flow of feelings. A journey with, words without restraint; worrying less about their intentions, because they come from the heart. A reader does not define the course of writing, but goes with the flow and immerses in those rich feelings resonating from the pages. A writer wouldn’t be true to the soul if truths … Continue reading Writing Is…
Predominantly, reading as become an amusement; the purpose and quality of a literary work are rarely discussed seriously. The emergence of many writing platforms have given the opportunity to many writers, or those who wish to be one, but quality work suffers because reading is becoming a casual affair. It is seen that interpretations of quality literary work, including the classics, do not spark intellectual debates. … Continue reading On Reading
Amitav Chowdhury 