Morning fails to reach all the corners of the room That of yesterday, and even earlier, been kept away from everyone Convenient corners are filled with those memories Latticed patters decorate them for some time and leave There is no scope for the morning language to initiate a conversation Those stories have a secret language and a special fragrance Accommodating them and even keeping them … Continue reading Where Light Cannot Reach
Time sacrifices itself when demanded by the hungry churnings of change Moments of relevance, premature thoughts do not have the chance to bloom Some of them escape the undercurrent and emerging threats Calling of the eternal seas transform time into a threatening force Darkness accumulates between the realms of secret worlds; they rise to swallow The illusions of time, and the world of thoughts that … Continue reading Time Decides
Pinching out from the rotting layers Spreading them across the fragile cloth Fragments of forgotten time between the fingers Bending down for a closer look Is that still a reality which can be compared? Decayed time smells unpleasant Surrendered to the immense pressures of change All those ill-fated clocks have been abandoned The fragile cloth cowers after some time What else could be revealed? Trite … Continue reading Unearthed
Not much can be done with the paralyzed truth Trying to arouse the untruths for brief pleasures When the souls have been taken away from life It speaks feebly and crawls to the nearest lies Acquired taste becomes an obsession that lasts The essence of the secret underground intrigues It’s not infallibility but the truth that’s benumbed ~Amitav Continue reading Little Significance
Curdling clouds harbinger of some news of the ancient world From deep somewhere, the celestial womb’s cries eclipse this time Prologue written in cryptic language demands to be read One narrator who walks the worlds carrying some omen Speaks to me, to you! Can you listen in this noise of despair? Raven black holds the future climates deep in its fold Barren houses lulled by … Continue reading Some Omen
There’s more secrecy running through the nerves like a faithful accomplice The freedom to choose secrecy to defend freedom from early complacency Even if it slows down life and take detours along the alleys of conspiracy With finer strokes of secret brushes, the art of impressionism takes a new dimension This is another movement of secretive endeavours with hues twisted and darker Shades shadow the … Continue reading Secrecy
There may not be an alternative pen to compose the secret feelings Sighing within like a forlorn lover; wishing to immerse in the sympathetic ink Echoes will be penned by the pen that glides assuredly across the page When listening isn’t happening anymore, writing comes to the rescue Sitting near the dull flames to ignite the tired soul from deep slumber Hoping, the memoir will … Continue reading Secret Feelings
Wandering as a child, with curious eyes and delight of a beautiful world Unmindful of the incessant chatter while working on a secret sweet language To impress the pristine days, who will appreciate the little one’s effort and listen carefully Great virtue to wander through these experiences of seeing days bloom with love Graceful steps feel the vibrations of a universe and bring joe to … Continue reading Wandering
It’s one of those days when it’s difficult understanding the pace Reluctant feet wish to stay behind the crowd while the heart feels uneasy Sudden wave of cold washes away the courage to some unknown land Frostiness grips the heart with an uncomfortable embrace The sun feels abandoned and as a loner hides behind the clouds Time seems to be frozen in an ovoid holding … Continue reading Uncomfortable Time
Preferably leaning back, to view the darkness peacefully There’s a voice which says, ‘Don’t be too comfortable’ Those stars are alluring; I wish to converse before they die Wishing upon them is a chance when eyes are distracted Stretch of soft moonlight is inviting to the tired body Before sleep buoys me toward another dimension A cat mews intriguingly; probably invoking the night Mine are … Continue reading Confessions and Night
Amitav Chowdhury 