I had to fall over, the irresistible lure of a new beginning Could I call it a natural surrender? Enormous silence had been the stern guardian The slowness became bearable when I could unclutter my mind I gathered the courage to reclaim the spaces from a crowd of thoughts Hindering my thoughts; but a colossal leap into the unknown was inevitable Smudging the features so … Continue reading Finding My Space
Dwelling on the differences inspires more differencesIndifferent I try to be amongst the urge to waste more time on themSome unknown energy turns into this formidable enemyI become smaller, but my mind expands rapaciouslyA distorted image; not the fault of the mirrorMisshapen reality has carved me out from my beingThis is not me, but I am living comfortably with my antithetical natureThere is a compulsion, … Continue reading Differences
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
Disappeared in an instant There was no time for lamentations Arguing with the silence Short-lived tremors go deeper Settle down in haste Waiting for the arrival of a future Fraught with distorted dreams Meddling with the darkness Alert! Its sinister character Altered by the vulgar actions Like the fall of Icarus Dreams too suffer the fate Sky reflected across turbulence Shattered landscapes spill rage Fear … Continue reading Irruption
Nothing will change if there is a propensity to exploit the situation to disadvantage a gullible majority, who also believe, they do not have a chance beyond that existence. There is a silent resignation but also dreams of fighting systemic wrongs; a dichotomous situation. Life becomes a constant struggle with the self. Perhaps, the entire nature of life becomes a distorted reflection due to the … Continue reading Diversion
There are easy contemplations Leaning towards a vulnerable reality A chaotic intensity with conviction When all the lamps have been broken Frantically looking for some light Lost pathways in accidental darkness Conundrums and connivance No ordinary weakness, only fatal Unable to disentangle from the events Intemperate world enigmatically stays ~Amitav Continue reading Uneasy Contemplations
Do not bow too close to the consciousness that reflects It becomes an odd posture and the eyes cannot determine the dilemma Like falling into another reality and drowning What happens to the other character who forced it on the contemplations It is like an unwilling surrender and aimless floating thereafter Being servile to the chaos that hid so well under the calm surface Some … Continue reading Too Close to Identify
Time sacrifices itself when demanded by the hungry churnings of change Moments of relevance, premature thoughts do not have the chance to bloom Some of them escape the undercurrent and emerging threats Calling of the eternal seas transform time into a threatening force Darkness accumulates between the realms of secret worlds; they rise to swallow The illusions of time, and the world of thoughts that … Continue reading Time Decides
It could not have been the gloomiest of days, but its silence was restricting the flow. There were unsettled sentiments waiting to be heard. That was not to be! The figures shifted according to some secret plan and the positions were momentarily filled with trepidation. As if everyone was communicating through that silence. A new way to express deep resentment and unfulfilled desires through a … Continue reading The Contemplations of Silence
Everyone abandons the shores in buoyant anticipation The flow seems to have gained a favourable nature It is not contemporary ambivalence, but a current frenzy Shaped by the modernity of those times; it continues Calculations give that immense confidence to surrender Not the waves of forethought, but a vague estimation Also, the boredom of staying in the cocoon of tranquillity Some unseen hands push life … Continue reading Empty Shore
