There is a true sense of freedom in solitariness. It is about giving a chance to a soul to strengthen itself to realise a greater purpose of existence. A worthwhile time or moments to discriminate between the useful and unpurposeful thoughts. It is necessary to discriminate and challenge the frivolous thoughts that occupy the mind and drives it towards insanity that disguises itself in vanity. … Continue reading Solitary
You may hate the solitude But it is mine; not a fantasy or a dream I hold on to It comes and goes as it pleases Prefers to stay, a little bit longer Just next to me and afar, there is a conundrum About the kind of weather Yes, this is where my dreams are collected I wish! They come to me, for I can … Continue reading From The Solitude
It’s difficult fixing the broken imaginations Exists without much assessment, but their stillness is unnerving Swerving through life’s errands in compulsive dedication Sudden feeling about those imaginations during the recesses Lean moments twists them into the mind into various shapes It feels to ecstatic to be busy with the idea of hectic times These small luxuries of quietness bring in frantic vibes Most of the … Continue reading If they are not Broken
Thoughts diffuse into solitude, an ephemeral reality lingers every day That unseen chasm between a being and this Earth absorbs all the light A faint hum in the mind escapes into the wilderness to echo the truth Unaware of the changing sentiments from morning till night But the thoughts seem to curl into different patterns; contrary to life’s designs From the faintest corners, some sparks … Continue reading In Solitude and Illusion
The undulating horizon is ready to fold itself Settle between the approaching darkness and taper off like the flame of a magic lamp Streaks of otherworldly light add some mysterious glow to eventide There could be the celestial eyes peeping through the intricately designed calligraphic signs Eyes try deciphering the ancient texts that appear just before the day is about to retire At this hour of … Continue reading The Fading Horizon
It’s difficult looking for a shelter when the rains arrive unannounced The feet scurry through the tranquil place, at a pace of undesired hurriedness At the intersections of rain, the fine intricate design creates a hazy design There’s a thunderous roar announcing, “hurry home or look for some temporary place to crawl under” Vast tranquil suddenly wakes up with noisy chatters, speaking in a sprightly manner While it … Continue reading While Looking for a Shelter
At that plaintive moment when the soul was betrayed None heard the groan that shook the world within Such tender moments never mattered, but a rush to sever the ties Plunging into sorrowful times along with so many dreams Whirling through the vortex of chaos created from spurned feelings From that descent emerges the gushing stream of lonely times ~Amitav Continue reading Lonely Times
After all the adventures do you wish to return? Would you feel bitter, leaving the trail of a journey midway? That calling from home is always there like an obsessive tune It is another matter that you choose to hum differently Trying to find other rhythms to compete with the busy world Are you being listened to? You wouldn’t realize, as your tune submerges in the … Continue reading Wish to Return
If water breathes while it sparkles I would like to steal some tranquil time from eternity To listen to the rhythm of the flow of life Urge the valley to echo any secret that I may miss I will patiently wait for the sky to unfold Reveal light to direct my path towards the slopes With little help from trees to balance myself Eyes waiting … Continue reading To Listen
Breathing with the trees, tranquillity surrounding the soul Camouflaged in green; a feeling of oneness An acknowledgement from the eternal eyes Childhood beckons the adult heart to unburden the denial Of not being accepted because of destructive thoughts Simplicity is complicated enough in a world of conformity Artificial sleep is a detour for the soul Now it is time to experience dreams of purity Branches nod … Continue reading Wonderment
Amitav Chowdhury 