Blithe spirit abandons the gloomy and immodest times Not shall wait for it to disintegrate in the deluge… timely reminder is a saviour At the proposed time, a decision Divine willfully guides the journey To the future that may have been visited in the profound dreams Time and again, a safe reminder towards the path of healing Disconnected from the drivel, the indifferences, and intolerance … Continue reading Before It Happens Again
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
It is not always that one has to stand near the window to keep an eye on the world Even when barely open, the world just rushes in with scattered voices of stresses The dialogues may only be partially translated, but the sentiments seem to create a stir The window has to adjust its opening and allow the other half of the dialogues to let … Continue reading Through The Window
I would never know the conclusions of my writing After all these years, I feel I have just started the journey This creativity and all the wonderful definitions I know not much I just write, trying to make my way through the intriguing haze Fine man of letters has been read along the way A reason to be inspired as I spoke to them in … Continue reading Difficult to Imagine
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 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
A greater portion of the day is not translated at all We assume, react, and wait for the favourable responses It is not about the day being dwarfed by the inclement time No! The day is just a day; it should not be heard with patience Even the summaries are terribly narrated and rushed through Why lift the consciousness from the wailing moments? Drown the … Continue reading Inadequate Translation
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
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
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
Amitav Chowdhury 