Tag: Trouble
Unkind Hours
The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or … Continue reading Unkind Hours
A Storm
No one to quieten the storm Restriction on imagining a form Assure the dreams of a tomorrow Plans etched out for deeper sorrow Of peaceful dreams in pure sleep Only broken promises to keep Little fire kindled once now dwindle The darkness out there swindle Attached to the fibrous reality Deluged by a fast-paced calamity On Earth exists incessant rage Truth trapped in a demonic … Continue reading A Storm
Diversion
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
Unreliable
No, these are not grandiose times Everything happens according to the time A habit, controlled by a powerful world Exaltation of a different reality here It burns; the body cannot bear the heat Dehydrated minds unable to nurture feelings Heartbeats echo the scared moments Very few precious things to possess Lamentations of unholy transformations Worldly possessions disintegrate Before they appeared like an apparition Killed the … Continue reading Unreliable
Unclear Time
None can prophesise about the night Or, about what darkness with it will bring Numbed senses do not feel any more Unaware, full of fear, walks directionless Humility is not reflected as a virtue Life’s synonyms are erroneous- appear disarrayed There are mighty claims about untruths Feeble souls speak in an uncouth decibel Problems treble amidst mindless existence Only fragments and absurd arguments Night freezes the … Continue reading Unclear Time
Not In Rhythm Anymore
Those who walk along not to support, but create barriers Listen to the most important desires, decode them in a convenient way Their privilege to interpret in an unfair manner, in inadequate language Appearing and disappearing as conveniently possible Implausible meanings added like uncomfortable appendages Describing changes that will be interfering with daily dreams Partisan thoughts seeded generously- a dishonourable act Unable to prove to … Continue reading Not In Rhythm Anymore
Being Enabled
After enabling the dismantling of life amidst blurry times Hostage feelings, dreadful moments travel surreptitiously Through the troubled veins, the jarred existence, and frailties Painting a wonderful lie with the artificial colours is an artistic disdain Climbing against the clamour, the hostile climes, bruise the body Unhealed heart and tremulous mind dreams of insufferable moments Where one goes wrong, and others follow like a delusional … Continue reading Being Enabled
At The End of The Day
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
As it Drifts
Troubled relationship with time Frantic hand gestures upsets its feelings Thorny moments wound themselves- like barbed wires Time perpetually swayed by time’s temper Upheavals in reality and sinister transformations Reminisces too calculatingly segregates memories Different apartments- like uncomfortable neighbours they quarrel Mind is a swift drifter; trying to find solace in frantic thoughts Frail glorification of life, and touching those desert plants Means, the fingers … Continue reading As it Drifts
Amitav Chowdhury 