Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour It may either make the world look … Continue reading Dreams after Waking up
A different world would make a difference, so the dreams say Is there any reason, not to believe in the quiet insurrection Hopeful times, the symbolism of life, the recurring motifs Choosing the powerful talisman for the soul, a conscious mantra Some dreams last forever… waiting, just behind the veil of reality Painting the world in darker shades while there is an eternal light Unreasonable … Continue reading The Dreams
A dreadful dream of everything bowing due to intense pressure A grim desire to be in a pride posture and look scornfully The dishevelled reality will be pulled away and folded Discarded somewhere in a dilapidated structure- a reminder of past conflicts Yes, the clocks are too tired to move ahead at a frantic pace The feeble tick-tock announces the dreary moments One by one, … Continue reading Bowing Down
How long can you slouch over the morning and try to repress the lights Sitting erect may become an arduous task due to the immense burden Of the unseen worries, the imagined times of turmoil, and scant hope Dreams that were seeded never had enough opportunity to germinate Feels, like the flickering horizon, is trying to communicate frantically There’s never enough room for the contradictory … Continue reading How Long? Enough to Think
When there is no luxury to pause, the sky changes its temperament In fleeting moments, the journey takes keen turns; compulsions of subtle changes Even short steps palpitate the heart- one is unprepared for the destination There fewer chances of listening earnestly and eyes can marvel at the smudged images Folks speak of their inner turmoil; narrates some of the interesting lines from folklore Before … Continue reading One Cannot Pause
Shrill feelings shatter the monotony of a poignant night Darknesse’s spirit graciously meditates on the unfolding fate Erring hues blemish the tranquilising colours A tensed clock echoes the sinful desires at the witching hour Crucial moments of sleep wasted during the vigilant times Moving through the spirals of nocturnal world It is quite daring for the spirit within to stay calm Lofty summons of the … Continue reading Vigilant Night
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
Ther are numerous sounds we cannot keep track of Even during the most intimate dreams, many sounds are forgotten by the wayside With lukewarm eyes, one sees ahead but falters when the steps get entangled To those strewn sounds, their intensity and rage create a mysterious network Sometimes solemn moments are not realised in the euphoria of dreams Shivers fling away extraneous emotions wishing to … Continue reading Sounds
Eclipsed prophecies are not unknown anymore Freed by the crescentic reality Impartial moments such as these are destined Even with closed eyes dreams are truer Obsequious thoughts no more bind a heart Sky absorbs the pessimistic fervour Celestial orbs communicate with a seeker Life will surge with purity of thoughts Eyes askance read the frequency of cosmos Prescience whispers the mantra of life ~Amitav Continue reading A Sign
Skin wakes up; Brushing against the unrestrained shrubs Murky layered path Crusty surface becomes finer under pressure Of those feet, in a hurry towards an undefined journey Tingling sensation persists Careless fences do not discriminate Their fate of being rooted along a casual design Maybe an escape through labyrinthine ways Coiled thoughts unfold to reach the boundaries Senses respond to the sudden signs Wandering carelessly … Continue reading Chance Wandering
Amitav Chowdhury 