Tag: Thoughts
On a Faint Fresh Morning
The morning does look neat after a harrowing night Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window Peels … Continue reading On a Faint Fresh Morning
The Disharmonious Feel
Not side-by-side anymore Drawing deeper parallels During the tumultuous nights Tired souls do not leave home Nurturing emotions are spent Discordant feelings in between The world becomes weaker Lack of pure consciousness Months entangled in time Unnaturally venomous intentions No more dreams for tired minds Struggling to find some sanity Togetherness is disintegrating Nights feel heavier and clumsy Numbness of the skin is petrifying ~Amitav Continue reading The Disharmonious Feel
Not Vacant Anymore
Vacant spaces, feels weird, when there are plenty of hopeless thoughts Waiting to occupy the serenity and tranquility in a rapid movement Initiated by that chaos; imagined by restless minds, during antithetical time Feels ordinary at first glance, but their baneful desires are undercurrents Flowing dangerously through the underground passages, creating deep fissures Grinding against the silence, the indiscriminate decay is a premonition No one … Continue reading Not Vacant Anymore
Conflicting Spaces
Narrowest spaces may be the surprising passageways to escape One often wonders about the usual pathways, familiar with the feet Where the mind is spared the troublesome task of seeking a path Life in extended metaphors becomes a meandering read Lost somewhere, the fundamental knowledge, their interpretations Consciousness resembles a spider’s web, strung in a wily pattern A lot of noise, inaudible abuses get trapped; … Continue reading Conflicting Spaces
Stunned
Thoughts arise from infinite sources Without chronology; resist the idea of deciphering them Caging freedom, fixing them upon circumstances Slapping consequences with overtly critical opinions Time creates jealousy to destroy the sincere pictures Once those moments have vanished from ephemeral Surrendering to the eternal, safe from critical eyes If at all they appear too sophisticated, explore them often Without being burdened by modern constraints Now, … Continue reading Stunned
Dissociation
Let’s dissociate from everything and allow myself the freedom to idle the mind. I want to interpret the hypocrisy that I have been dealing with. To be honest, I cannot arrive at an original thought if I engage with the craftiness of boisterous surrounding. I can spare my feelings from the ignominy of accepting the lies that are delivered every day through various mediums. The … Continue reading Dissociation
Beyond Structures
From where they emerge is an enigma- uncontrolled dilemma Blind spots, psychological delirium, and unresponsive behaviour If the world of introspection is under duress, thoughts dictate Incapable of imagining beyond the usual consciousness Every structure is thought to have a shape- warped they may be A contrived pattern of thoughts densify reality- perceptions matter Strident opinions do not have the depth and conscious articulation Languages … Continue reading Beyond Structures
Failing to Rearrange
‘Twas the disarranged thoughts unwillingly present Assigned to delve into them, but days feel toilsome Clings to the peripheries… prophecies of a future Overthinking promises a solution- fabricated thoughts Constant friction does not smooth the journey Overt promises fall apart… surrendered too much Wise words appear to be fake; mysterious ways Expectations become ominous during forceful times ~Amitav Continue reading Failing to Rearrange
To The Night
The night flounders at the prospect of eerie lights Somewhere, there are conspiracies being thought of Dreams of another kind arise from an esoteric world A journey it will be, the reality of a metaphorical road Ensconced life wishes to sleep, but there’s no plan Uncertain times, but a reality that emerges from it With new stories, folklore, and echoes of antiquity ~Amitav Continue reading To The Night
Amitav Chowdhury 