Masked Truth-Oscar Wilde Reflections
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.-Oscar Wilde Continue reading Masked Truth-Oscar Wilde Reflections
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Time Before Nothingness
Dreary dreams demonized in details, an early warning echoes Strayed communications, the bilious environment, time defeats all Perished once, they come back in dreams, even shapes the future Dragging the suffered time once again, like a heavy shackle wound around reality One looks at the depths, some stare at the skies, unaware of what lies within Like lost traveler asking for directions; but unaware are … Continue reading Time Before Nothingness
Upon whom you Trust
“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
Mindsets
Wherever the mind sets, does it rise above the rest Journey is not about settling there, waiting for the sunrise Resurgence from the East, a squint of light, teasing the little gaps between the curtains Darkness retreats, somewhere, not judged by the prejudices All that plodding along the conservative ways returns to a void A circuitous path becomes a recurring theme in life, nothing yields … Continue reading Mindsets
Ignore
Carelessly bypassing reality As if time has no hold on the truth A desperate rush, resembles a tornado Threatening the core of existence Nothing is memorable anymore Truths are mere experiments In a controlled environment Suspicious ingredients of warped world Like a double helix being fixed With new information, a cautionary tale Of being taught to ignore the signs Many, many more to arrive, devious … Continue reading Ignore
Atrophy
I am busy with the characteristics of being extremely laid back during a busy time Over-embellished designs to keep time, faltering at the original concepts of existentialism Just being there, peeking above the haze, even down there, the earth does not divulge much An ornate interface that displays reality, errs, the overemphasized concepts defy the truth Staring at a screen full of disinformation tickles the … Continue reading Atrophy
Still, It’s Still not Enough
Crawling time develops thousands of feet, towards wilderness Thinking of arriving at freedom, from all pain and misbeliefs A lonely existence amongst a crowd infusing interpretations, meddling with the consciousness Illusions aren’t enough, contradictions are like the Lernean Hydra Slow progress of time through a tunnel misguided, without a beginning and end Coexistence with misappropriated truths boldly etched on a fragile surface Everything seems to … Continue reading Still, It’s Still not Enough
Rare Moments
When Time springs to life and I feel that I exist, in a reality still preserved It’s rarely true when life is not defined by common approvals, only if I trust their agreement An escape from the common desires, not tired anymore from the compulsory contracts Constructing a dwelling out of pure freedom where I can dream Suffering from perceptions is not my deal, and … Continue reading Rare Moments
Catatonic Time
Caressing the idea of eternity amongst the strong urge to desire the end Waiting for the extreme curve, defying the deified universe All this noise birthed from an unresolved and unresponsive age of anxious acquiring The burden of hoping in an erroneous pattern; it’s everywhere, exposing the fear of confronting time Frantically posturing in a mighty world misaligned, insufficient understanding of transformation, a primordial truth … Continue reading Catatonic Time
At Odds with Reality
Defanged knowledge, a long-drawn struggle with an unsustainable reality The birth of a century, commotion, the acquired abilities to destabilize wisdom Bitter experimentations with synthetic ideas, the shenanigans; everything was a trade off Pure dreams and desires weaned away, sometimes snatched from the cradles Trespassing minds, the sacred souls, stale unsustainable ideas thrust upon them Creating obedient followers who can abandon sanity and frantically take … Continue reading At Odds with Reality
Amitav Chowdhury 