In The Rush

While we do not condemn the rush, being pushed around unnecessarily Without permission to speak against the culture of inaccessible freedom There is a feeble definition of freedom that is being painted in a shameless gloss Is there any scope of narrating the desires like the peaceful storyteller Who can reflect on every possible sentiment that human existence could not articulate Much of the emphasis … Continue reading In The Rush

Contradictions

Contributing to the contradictions in a carefree manner Ceaseless attempts to change the subject is a charade Conflating the other sentiments with this careless rhythm Call of ambiguity echoes the deep voice of the wild Coarseness in the air reverberates a continuous warning Condensed silence emboldens the contradictions even more Careless detours cannot take away the journeyer’s troubles ~Amitav Continue reading Contradictions

Time Cannot

Time cannot be translated, but the words can speak of the philosophy The relevance of the pages are weighed by the gravity of those sentiments It is not fate, but closer to the experiences that time can initiate any moment Always relevant- sometimes praiseworthy, while most of the time reproached Figurative djinns perhaps are repeating the magical words across the world Sometimes, the current of … Continue reading Time Cannot

The Pigments

While checking the papers, there were some extra pigments It was not about glancing through the words, but also reading them with intent Carefully, the other hues appear magically Travelling through another dimension of my existence Here, my reality is, but there, my reality was- the memories retained the colours Feeling exposed! As if the entire world has transformed into a glass orb Bright lights … Continue reading The Pigments

Unsure Days

Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize Their temperament lasts a little longer- Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’ Silently the oars cut through the little undulations On days like these, the mirrors are also confused The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously You never decide the colours on … Continue reading Unsure Days

Unconvincing

The world isn’t convinced of the melancholic smiles Each particle of radiance holds a sense of disquiet An uncomfortable blend of nature’s concern For, unspoken sorrows diffuse into erratic patterns Ignored sentiments often conspire in solitude Seeking a suitable language for they could be heard Some brilliance is insufficient to efface the darkness All about the time which once was neglected Reappears from the crevices … Continue reading Unconvincing

The Stubborn Door

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