Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour It may either make the world look … Continue reading Dreams after Waking up
Daunting dawn fiery as Hell, trembling particles swept away by furious winds Demure darkness swallowed by a vortex, dreams visited fiendish territories Deepening deception of time, torturing the soul with fiery rage Nude trees, evaporating waters, the bald Earth devoid of feelings Quarreling voices destabilize abodes, wilted will of defeated souls Sputtering and flickering candles, elongated shadows crawling across salty walls Sweltering warnings, refracted rage, … Continue reading Suffocating
Esoteric beginnings like a blissful blossom, Consciousness bloomed, unimaginable calmness Paradisical radiance through the paradoxes of reality upon which life pulsates Somewhere the ambivalence created a pantheon, now, the forgotten primordial messages In the midst of a strong transformation, but unfortunately, the unfirm foundations crumble, the fragile reality exposed Naysayers predict the downfall, from a conflicting conservatism, of consciousness devoid of conscience An abode desecrated, … Continue reading Halcyon Days
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
Sometimes the nights are in haste and I have to run my mind everywhere to gather my thoughts So many of them vanish like apparitions, some of them are sharp, they hurt, others are like healing embrocation, some even the rebels of present times You see, nights are rarely the time to rest, busier, since the world does not bother about a solitary silhouette experimenting … Continue reading Nights are Daring and Hasty
The thoughts ariseBut man cannot think themselves out of themDefective patterns, daily trials, by an unknown forceNothing can be discussed anymore without the volatile responsesEager eyes, not anymore, lascivious visionsLooking for the darkest hours to evoke unsettling dreamsThe thoughts ariseMan cannot rein in the urge to imagineProvocative and out of controlTypical replies, a culture that has been numbingTo each other they lie, disguise in the … Continue reading The Thoughts Arise
Hope is a temporary feeling, but persistently knocks the door It has its own reasons to mediate with the obdurate reality Tempers simmer… the days feel excruciatingly longer than they are Of shapes and distortions, objects and their rigid edges Painful manoeuvring through shrinking spaces- spiteful paths Opening them for anyone, without understanding their disguise Guile slithers through the pristine world of hope and love … Continue reading Hoping
If I were to speak of something unknown, would you try to stop me because it makes you nervous? It’s perhaps the usual feeling to be wary is such situations! That feeling of uneasiness paints a melancholic feature and the eyes become hauntingly gloomy. Looking at them is saddening, but there is no way I can walk back and change the course to return with … Continue reading The Freedom to not Listen
Even if I have not written something, it still exists I cannot refute its presence By filling the pen with unknown ink and maligning it The eyes may desire so many unfulfilled dreams While the heart may be residing somewhere else Unaware of all the commotion surrounding life The beats cannot be unheard Faint, exploring the idleness of a faraway world It is not necessary … Continue reading The Unwritten
Amitav Chowdhury 