Brooding time bears the testimony of an uncanny world Devouring the precious moments even before they can run freely Like a fierce competition against another reality trying to merge Plucking the roots and leaving the earth fallow in troubled paradise None can see the end of time that like a serpent’s fangs are bifurcated Sometimes the night just whistles past the desolate houses Strange occurrences … Continue reading Brooding Time
Simple emotions appear to be bland under the dispirited sky When the weather is influenced by the multitude of sighs Like menacing clouds blanketing the earlier euphoria of life Curtailing time slyly from the daily allowance; stealing dreams too Unaware, until they are long gone and a sense of despair settle down Like a heavy bowl displacing water, but unwilling to drown Stirring restlessness audaciously … Continue reading The Unseen Downfall
When I have stared longer, competing with the stubborn deliberation of the night The night sky becomes becomes more mysterious, even grumbling about the lone spectator I am not trying to pick out the flaws or elatedly appreciate the cryptic exchanges All that this, silence cares to embrace me in a non-judgmental way, turning me into a stoic Like altering my beliefs during the somber … Continue reading Deciphering Mysterious Nights
Bare branches will stare more meaningfully, when the leaves, like patterns in the mind, remind you of the forgotten notes. They will not return but fresh ones will emerge after the hostile cold is over. The soil must have been superficially embellished, but the decay enriches its soul. Some of them will be taken away to an unknown destination; wither away before releasing the secret … Continue reading Isolation
On settling down among silence, in the cradle of a silent valley Meandering paths are not easy journeying; feels dizzier while alone Only a lonely soul trying to listen, follow the principles of the universe Leaving behind the tutored paths, walking toward gates of horizon Frequently looking at the sky, now there are no more compulsions Freedom from the routine of laying low, looking down … Continue reading The Uncommon Journey
Staring curiously at the white spaces, a little twist by the restful fingers, trying to wake up the imaginations in the mind; urge them to wander, transcend the illusions. Sooner, there’s some rhythm in the fingers, words will follow too. The pen isn’t sure now, the insipid ink hopes to lure more passion. Quite exhilarating, the wandering of wild reflections, illumiming the dangerous curves, the … Continue reading Waiting for them to return
You cannot breathe through glass But feel the breathing of another world Separated by unfair feelings In hues of contradictions, they reflect illusory dreams One can be tempted to chase them Fantasy cannot be held with mortal hands The Spirit of the mind is different Residing in a parallel world Receiving directions from a mirage Across vast landscapes of elusive nature Reality in a flash, … Continue reading Stare
A fragile day weighs heavily Distorted by the gusty winds Threatening clouds Lightning sparks nature’s debate Emptied streets ne’er complain Many sighs and frowns Even windows are stubborn Rapidly evolves a gloominess Violates the uneasy tranquillity Smudged dreams drip like paint An aged reality breathes uneasily Defaced spaces bathed overnight Tastes of repentance on the tired tongue Yet, struggles to confess The follies that have … Continue reading It Feels Heavy
Amitav Chowdhury 