The era is quite dry, humid sometimes, but sudden deluge of nature’s rage Dampened moods, there is no other way out of this conundrum Light, not bright enough, clouded by the tired industries, demands, more demands Not simple dreams, it’s said, “you’re a failure, when you lose the urge to possess more Like a surrender to the persistent distractions, corners of life crowded Devoured spaces … Continue reading There is No Pure Light
Could not entrust you with my trust in the elongated spectrum of reality Things are not what they appear to be, but every day, trust is designed by an insincere vision My emotions are protected, still fighting the projections; boundaries helped me to remain sane While the talkative world drowns me with drivel in the wake of an unrestrained time Who are those trying to … Continue reading Upon Whom It Rests
Days do not breathe anymore Swaying with gloomy feelings Shaping the mood of humanity Piteously watching the changes Once, beauty was promised Now, only the offensive screams Emanating from the sullied spaces Fewer communications these days Rushing towards delusional dreams Scoffing at the idea of patience As much feeble consciousness feels Unfairly the days have been treated Punished for the unworthy dalliance Raconteurs have been … Continue reading How It Proceeds
At the end of the day, only those words remain Which were picked up casually from passersby Unknown context, the origin of thoughts, and language There is plenty of vagueness in fragmented communications What challenges you to settle the puzzle? Tiredness sets in and a night ruined by incoherence You may be waiting for clarity By creating an entire world from these stories Some of … Continue reading At The End of The Day
Correspondences at night have more clarity As the crowds disperse There is a kind of transparency when masks fall off The discomfort eases a little Little scope to fool around with the darkness Persuasively pulls the real character out Glorified struggles take shelter somewhere Leaving the character bare- unnecessary liabilities So many feelings escape the commotion A cumbersome day misdirects the soul Night returns every … Continue reading When Darkness Has Clarity
Sometimes windows are miserably placed Distractions steal solitude; alarmingly, time escapes From the day that has been borrowed Looking at the stoic life flowing indolently Probably the time is such- restrained melancholy Tired consciousness has a vague explanation It is frightening to feel the dullness on a bright day There is so much discord in the reflections All that the window has to offer, unfortunately … Continue reading Oddly Placed
Early morning, smoky screens, filtered light Indifferent time, but irritates the sanity of life Half-awakened posture, not a masterpiece Is it laziness or perfect apathy towards busyness Difficult to know from a reticent fellow One positive outcome is that voices are mellow Filtered the baloney, but some swearing is heard Still preferable, the laid back observations They are quite keen, incisive, and critical It’s still … Continue reading Not Every Day
There are times when the whispers grow at a commanding pace Without raising their voice, they threaten to occupy the little space That I call my own- a slice of a world that balances between me and my soul It depends on how I defend it from faltering From the intense soundwaves inaudible to the human ears All that I can do is to keep … Continue reading When It is Essential to Walk Confidently
I know I can’t win by racing against time It cannot be usual to suppress the morning Carry someone else’s dreams on my shoulders Walk around for a purposeless errand Think consciously about unconscious impulses And run the course like a lunatic trying to subdue time All the dreams capsize; the waves are rogue Why should death be turmoil? Living considered a struggle against an … Continue reading Against Time
Amitav Chowdhury 