Words wilt, a weary world’s stillness worries the waiting travelers There are no stories to be believed anymore… an undesirable calm Evaporating happiness and trust- when can one believe again It is strange that the houses did not feel comfortable during the night A change as hard as the stubborn boulders shatter peace and dreams Following every possible lie was easier… convinced about them Grief … Continue reading Far Away from Home
Who plays behind the masks, betrays the guesses Abundant reasons to convince the well-meaning heart Swabbing the patience away- exposing unfortunate truths Content with weeping and looking at life’s melancholic hues Shall be convinced, but the discontented feeling stays For whom shall you feel, listen, and care about the next day Only you will be there listening to a voice sane… it’s painful Those who … Continue reading What Plays Behind
You lavishly impose your idiosyncracies Would you ever consider the dreams you had? The way you look at me makes me invisible Your voice sounds entirely different now Have you transformed your intonations? A slight change exaggerates the modifications At the onset, the stories were more desirable Understandings have been stretched painfully How confidently you altered your accents The aslant sarcasm weighs heavily on life … Continue reading When It Deviates
Flaccid ideas create a trail- an uninspiring landscape Mere selfish thoughts are wound tightly; a strenuous life Jealously burns longer than the lights of the day Singes the beautiful night too- dreams run away Life is a mere formality as it stretches feebly over a reality Poor language emerges the only means of communication It fails- only misapprehensions and failed relationships Carnivals of mindless frivolities … Continue reading Where it Begins
Windows lament the gloomy days Missed opportunities to hear from the travelling winds Sometimes they mumble after a slight push Lonely for now, they have no new stories to share Out there, the busy world walks in an orchestrated way Empty seats and abandoned dreams Some forlorn faces, but most of them are stoic Different dreams rush past similar paths No glances are exchanged in … Continue reading As Stories Unfold
Some gain notoriety by speaking the truth Coveted! There are fairy tales woven around it Almost touching the lusciousness in a dream Not being fair about the kind of convenience Distorting truth in a process of transformation The perpetual struggle to be good in their eyes Without spelling the entire truth Somewhere, stuck on a pendulous bridge The uncomfortable creepers hold the feet ~Amitav Continue reading Trapped
Things that were found drowned in the thoughts A moment of reluctance, then indulgence, sprouts of confusion Split in the middle; the forced germination and feeble roots of trepidation Speculating the things that the heart seems to have lost Irony! They were there, eyes glanced over them, but chose to ignore Obstinacy, thou shall try to choke the voices of sincerity That rare gleam of … Continue reading From Nowhere
The acts of superficiality become a formidable cage after some time Tightly wound in a convoluted pattern The wired patterns strangle the real essence Immense effort of the toiling minds behind the deeds Time, twisted and forced to a grotesque meaning, crooks reality Delicate senses just evaporate like the fine fragrance Unable to bear the cunning dilemma between life and utter vanity Split images, reflections … Continue reading Something Superficial
It’s not easy to keep love alive in a monotonous heart When you take a handful of emotions and leave the rest aside Colour them with your language; it feels as you own it Speaks to you, listens too- if that makes you happy What about the rest of the emotions? You fail miserably; with all this beauty and insincere desire The kind of love … Continue reading The Possibilities of Love
If the door was not a tiny crack There would have been freedom And the room did not stare gloomily At the incompetence of identifying the sentiments The ethos of going against everything Just for the adamant desire of ransacking It will be pretentious to escape Through that crack, with such vainness One is stuck in that rut Strutting around with arrogance Windows are nebulous … Continue reading The Stubborn Door
Amitav Chowdhury 