On, Going Nowhere

Such is the nature of a serrated consciousness, which scrapes off the path to create undulations. Silence is boring and births a belligerent reality; absorbing all the hostilities like a hungry crater. The epicentre of the echoes bear a chilling tone; an irritating surge of sorrowful feelings swells. There is an unauthentic description of real beauty, but the drivel of macabre written in leisurely lavishness. … Continue reading On, Going Nowhere

Time Still, Yields Surprises

Time is still and silence spills over yesterday’s complaints Indolent life’s moments feel misleadingly tranquil Some borrowed reasons behind the unwelcome thoughts Affectations easy, the scripted perceptions cannot clear the haze Doubts, even more, and the palpitations of yore exposed A burden of imitating the designs questions the consciousness It’s silliness to waste the tears on the burning desires Sometimes the times are excruciatingly hypocritical … Continue reading Time Still, Yields Surprises

Uncanny Silence

Between parentheses of silence, the past and present meet Some occurrences are meant to be; how they can be Different worlds lean towards their susceptibilities Nurtured and loved in spite of the scorns and thorns Between silence, the defeated and wary settle down Crafty glances- the learnings from a deceitful world Work does not work but fatigues the sincere passions The structures and infrastructures- metaphorical … Continue reading Uncanny Silence

Knowing Still

Holding on to that spirit still Difficult farewell during the Light spill Bequeathed solemn time stare Wishing to know whether I care Primaeval events reappear magically Narrating the time to come, candidly Eyes cannot see the stretch of bygone All that is true is the new dawn Passive contemplations of life The profoundness of silence is still rife What the soul’s will holds Emerges slowly … Continue reading Knowing Still

Rhythm of Silence

Honeyed silence drips languidly An idle look at the world still asleep Unaware of the emotions Soul rises to the pristine silence An intricate language it is Takes eternity to speak fluently Flows like a drunk on sweetness Honour to the supine soul Winter becomes delicate The warmth of a soul’s feelings World drowns in that silence Exaltation of soul stirrings ~Amitav Thanks to Bojana’s … Continue reading Rhythm of Silence