What is left behind is taken away by time Only as a memory they settle down deep They may fade, or remain there for a lifetime In an unborn reality, they can seep Struggles of mankind with a burdensome reality Faintly forgotten due to life’s feebleness Again, a consciousness awakens after brief mortality Somewhere life is tricked by a deviousness Encumbrance of time is a … Continue reading From Ages
It begins with a struggle, every day, it is a challenge Not to be smothered by the reflections and perceptions Mirrors unclean bears the torment of past Fretful thoughts are eager to occupy a drowsy mind Truth and lies, illusions and reality, hell and heaven Caught in-between- wobbly bridges won’t allow a safe passage Deep inside, there is a turmoil, feelings spill Into an emptiness- … Continue reading To Begin
It is true that dreams can unfold some mysterious events An unknown environment has people telling their story Like a cinema which has different characters Dreams become that big-screen where the stories will be shown They may not be audible but the passion says more than words Sometimes, it is an enigma, why such lengthy dreams appear Before the anonymous eyes; of which the mind … Continue reading Mysterious Journey
So many dreams stumble during the inclement darkness They emerge with gaiety with the hope of meeting the first rays of dawn What happens at the hours shrouded in mystery? Many of them are forced to be abandoned midway along the blurry paths Some of them wander on their own Guided by the cosmic instincts, but they find their destination elsewhere Whoever is awake, and … Continue reading Where the Dreams Go
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
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
Soft dreams disappear but they continue to be somewhere Deeply held by the yearnings of an imaginative mind While eyes are closed, and hearts plan for tomorrow There is always a space created by alternate time For some respite from the trials of days that are deliberate From the curves of valleys, a new Sun appears with hope Waking up the softer dreams from their … Continue reading Kind of Dreams
What strikes the morning sky and ignites it The laments of the might before, or, freedom of light Kind of a lazy startle at the new awakening It takes patience to bid goodbye to sleep When dreams metamorphose from lament to hope An unwilling heart becomes an obstinate optimist To find the rhythm that’s authentic Only the heart knows, but the soul speaks too Eyes … Continue reading Following the Light
An uneasy smile takes time to settle down on the lips Motionless life feels unpractised after experiencing the rush World broods; you have decided to part ways with it Picked solitude over the incessant talks of everyone else There seems to be a palpitation in the air about the next step Nothing can define idleness in the midst of a twist It is important to … Continue reading Uneasy Smile
Eyes want to rake in the wintry feel before retiring Before sleep changes the course of flow through reeling darkness Declining the entry after the windows and doors are shut The advances of declining perspectives stop at the stairs Faint knocks of phantom times that emerge from condensing melancholy Through endless highways, they rush towards a colossal attraction All the fashionable words would quieten as … Continue reading Before Retiring
Amitav Chowdhury 