“Trust me”, I had said at the beginning, the spilled laughters and stern looks created a divide Realizing, which side of the divide I was in; reality setting in, but receding like magical sand dunes Looking for truth in the reflections of a mirage? Yes, the least troublesome would be the truth that destabilize the paranoia Looking away while trusting, interestingly, the fissures had always … Continue reading Upon whom you Trust
The world blinks, it’s momentary, even evades our consciousness Shadows slink and move towards an oblivious horizon Skipping a beat, the heart beckons the mind, a timid response from an hyperbolic instance Without realizing the shift in instincts from the overburdened reality Nothing is realistic, noting down some variety of deviance Rising degrees of conflicts, a perpetual delusion off the hazy landscape Feels unreal, but … Continue reading After the Shadows
Feigned love, failed love, the masked appearances, behind the scenes a scripted chronological deception An exhilarating addiction and euphoria, the quiet hysteria of dark force Orchestrated lust, the trampled trust, like a warfare of counterfeit love; losing a portion of the soul with each crescendo of unhinged emotions All naked, bare emotions, stripped innocence, but a dramatized passion of a struggling soul, the rise of … Continue reading Undisguised Insincerity
Silence is maligned, typical of a world that fashions the daily clamour of a life spinning uncontrollably All about time, the finest manipulator, the magical nuisance of unseen characters, powerful in the dark, surrendered to the unenlightened world Suspicious crowds, with furtive glances, trust is designed and defined by convenient expectations, a ritual in dark spaces So, all the faces look blurry, none defined by … Continue reading Furtive Glances
It is impossible defining trust from a distance, from the words spelt put carefully, but still cannot be distinctly understood by the thorough intuition. Perhaps, that precious feeling is delirious under the circumstances it has to endure. What if trust is simulated in a grand way? There are shrewd ways to script the perfect emotions to fit the expectations. The longing for feelings can take … Continue reading Trust
An unwavering trust on the fickleness of man Not time alone, but a lot of jostling with ideas Undisguised celebrations of mistaken identities Fidgety hands flipping the pages too soon Waiting to glance at the blunt and rude images Frank discussions traded with secret gossips A crude demonstration of intolerant coexistence Spaces marauded by a crowd; onlookers rejoice Models of insincerity standing on flimsy foundations … Continue reading Choosing Trust
Incidents are not incidental anymore Somebody accompanies this chaos… uninvited, unheralded Only spoken disbeliefs… there are fewer written proofs Easily, the ink of antiquity has been diluted Demonstrations and outrage over chicanery The entire volume of triviality becomes heavier every day It is not contradictions anymore, but lack of clarity A polarized world pulls the strings of thoughts irksomely ~Amitav Continue reading Incidents
There is a difference between sitting straight with the support of a wall And with an upright spine without any effort from the unconvincing world Numerous journies that are nameless and takes a detour through illusions A flickering reality is thought to be the only source of light for this journey Worries connect, communicate, and calculate the length of the paths That is wound around … Continue reading Unfeeling
The uneven circumference of a roughly carved crucible What it holds is not much of a concern It barely balances itself; more spills over, creating a disorder Of spilt chances, thoughts, feelings, and love The small craters around the body hold some evidence Collected dust, mistrust, life’s contrast and pastiches Fingerprints coalesced to form some surreal patterns Relationships of convenience, rather than a choice Now, … Continue reading Uneven Circumference
At the epicentre of belief, there are no veiled shadows There is only relentless seeking without the conjectures Thinking of the immensity of the conscious echoing Voix céleste, asking me to surrender my senses Saying, “Seek not the unsympathetic words in multitude” If not for the honest reason, it is not possible to be free From excessive jealousy to indifference; it’s vicious Still, the epicentre … Continue reading At the Epicentre
Amitav Chowdhury 