Tag: Soul
Forces of Time
Since you were not eager to be awake at the crucial hour Time flowed like the lonely brook, changing its course Trough some rough terrains and cramped spaces Proof that Earth has been under immense pressure Suffering from a kind of malady, making it pallor You, wrapped in a mistaken identity, a snug fit I have been a smudged silhouette- flowing away with the brook … Continue reading Forces of Time
At a Favorable Distance
If not your unwanted curiosity, there isn’t any reasonable explanation of your query We’ve not met; meant to be distanced by time and the circumstances imagined by you I have wandered too far away from those days, in a way seeking the ephemeral Now the voice too sound unfamiliar and my ears are accustomed to the silence Without being restrained by the stifling memories, a … Continue reading At a Favorable Distance
Tasteless Time
Some chills are insufferable No warm feelings can suffocate them They thrive in the coldest time Grips the soul in a timeless stupor Dreams fade in the intense haze A bland and bitter evening Then the night becomes fiercest Wake up with trepidity Jolted by the numbness Sinking emotions try to stay afloat In an weakened state of existence Trying to deal with feeble energy … Continue reading Tasteless Time
Thus, The Purpose
Before a purpose blooms, the season’s turn dreary All this while, the pulses were racing Like the belly of a disturbing waterfall… dreams pulverized Without the agility of the fish, they sink deeper Pallor reflections off the waters… the rainbow arch is a dream A rare occurrence when the lone traveller is reminiscing Gauging the enormity of life, the volume of existence Purpose can bloom … Continue reading Thus, The Purpose
Not The Real Reflections
Magical it feels, to look here and there, everywhere Feels transparent, the events that unfold… but rarely so As if something is missing; a part of life in oblivion The night may feel like day and days filled with darkness Early celebrations at those events rarely continue Perceptions and desires of inherent emptiness Moments decline the ultimate kind of euphoria Thoughts of unfulfilled dreams last … Continue reading Not The Real Reflections
What Plays Behind
Who plays behind the masks, betrays the guesses Abundant reasons to convince the well-meaning heart Swabbing the patience away- exposing unfortunate truths Content with weeping and looking at life’s melancholic hues Shall be convinced, but the discontented feeling stays For whom shall you feel, listen, and care about the next day Only you will be there listening to a voice sane… it’s painful Those who … Continue reading What Plays Behind
Rarity
Eyes rarely identify the natural flourish of nature Waves of transformations are diverted Settling upon vast expanses of silence Restless time eager to erase those beautiful memories Numb houses rarely stir at dawn Only life wakes up to a commotion Voices won’t settle for solitude Love dissolves in the unsettling flow Cold streams shiver a lost soul ~Amitav Continue reading Rarity
Sunset
How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice Life can be expensive in the cities and … Continue reading Sunset
In the Pauses
Some pauses are so enriching; beyond the idleness that a soul can perceive It is not about stillness, but the subtle activities behind the thick veil of silence The awakening is like the aromatic winds from some blessed land that exists In the distant dreams of pious souls who meditate on the universe’s consciousness New meanings emerge, the purpose of pauses, that can eliminate the … Continue reading In the Pauses
Amitav Chowdhury 