Wondering if I dwelled too long in scattered spaces where memories were in a disheveled state Unsettled conversations, trying to keep pace with stopped clocks Revisiting those places, uninvited, in a stupor, an unfulfilled desire luring me often I failed to differentiate between the altered memories, but faint hopes still tormented my dormant mind Here, in the present, I have the time to rethink, the … Continue reading Messing with Memories
Is creativity sustainable during adverse times? The throbbing pain of wounded epoch starts bleeding Dreams are a rarity, unfed by the soulful tranquillity Fate is an enigma as shadows disguise themselves in cunning ways Morning promises are dragged away in the depths of despair Revolting pleasures deluge the vast lands of disrepute -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Sustainable Creativity- A Poem
Yesterday was quite neglected Many promises were like passing clouds Time worn out from confrontations Unmindful of the experiments Of experiences that were sinister From dreams of chronic impatience Altered by the exaggerated ambitions Stillness is a misdemeanor In a valueless pursuit of acclaim False claims portrayed as the truth Successes in the guise of destruction Collapsing against the flimsy objects ~Amitav Continue reading The Sudden Break
Lights have mellowed and have become distant Buried feelings wouldn’t wake up until the warm hours Vacant spaces is where the mind wishes to reside Intrigued by the anonymity of a weak apparitions Of a world unfolding in front of a spurned reality Uprooted relations try to find the depths of secure land Blaming thyself while holding the hands apprehensively Powerless to move ahead across … Continue reading Hope You Have Within
Days do not breathe anymore Swaying with gloomy feelings Shaping the mood of humanity Piteously watching the changes Once, beauty was promised Now, only the offensive screams Emanating from the sullied spaces Fewer communications these days Rushing towards delusional dreams Scoffing at the idea of patience As much feeble consciousness feels Unfairly the days have been treated Punished for the unworthy dalliance Raconteurs have been … Continue reading How It Proceeds
Stars rarely get that attention from the mesmerised eyes The flair in despair, the translations of life is not too fair From the lamenting azure to the melancholic crimson Life transforms little but holds on to the weary dreams Displumed, they never had the chance to kiss the realms Of freedom and mystical experiences that are eternal As if, the day is ready to compose … Continue reading Rare Moments
If you are not gladdened by nature’s rejoice Its laughter and iridescence does not bring a sparkle And the eyes wish to dwell in the clasp of darkness That melancholic temper cannot be cured by nature’s healing touch The gossips surrounding the mind like ominous clouds Does not allow the heart to step out with hope Azure absorbs the inimical vibes and reflects gloomy tones … Continue reading Nature of Melancholy
What prompts one to find the trail of sadnesses Until the day their imprints appear on the heart Upon daily treading, the overgrown grasses perish The nakedness of a forlorn path feels violated Learning from the entrapped patterns day and night Losing sight of any other route amongst the clamour The intoxicating drinks of this world taste annoying A sommelier’s advice sounds jarring at that … Continue reading The Trail
Solemn faces staring at the dark sky Eyes transfixed on the night’s canopy There’s pall of collective gloom Bright starry delights veiled by tears Hearts at the depth of lonely abyss From the nadir, broken dreams can’t fly Broken wings and despair of solitariness Waiting for dawn and light to bring hope © Continue reading Solemn Faces
Amitav Chowdhury 