What was so terrifying about the empty spaces The apprehensions about someone who never thought like everyone A sudden change of direction was necessary to deviate Why the exaggerations were preferred over the simple explanations Then wrapped in harshness and a language of extreme nature That altered the tongue, not in a favourable manner Why were the verdant areas filled with hot desert sands The … Continue reading The Uncomfortable Questions
Who could have imagined that monsters lurk inside a mirror Which way to face, when one has to face the deep-rooted malady Perhaps, time slows down too and allows the conversations to last Inimical forces hypnotize through the wildly gazing eyes- fatal curiosity Once in a while, everyone is suspicious of the evil that is around There is an innermost fear that is nourished by … Continue reading Evil Reflections
How fascinating the day would have been if there were no untruths Dreams could have pursued the golden hues and chased eternity Time has pranked us into believing the entire narrative of subservience Our will imposed on nature too, and the yield lacks the aroma of the wild Inherent will has been altered by the malevolent instructions Compelled to believe in the limitations, weaknesses, and … Continue reading Dull Narrative
The confidence of being unaware Of those innate feelings A flow that takes another turn Falling off the cliff The precipice far away Glistened like a greedy sword Cutting through the strands Lengthy and twisted Trembles at such depth Cannot be felt up here Earth settles down Aware, but slumberous ~Amitav Continue reading Meandering
Waking up to the frail lights Talking in hushed tones Everything seems sleepy all around A weak day is uninspiring Reluctant to leave the bed Soul’s disinclined to walk along Under the canopy of frailness The stillness is only within Life never pauses but progresses Amidst stale feelings and frailness Somewhere, it must be brighter Compared to this dimension Silence births new consciousness Weak lights … Continue reading Difficult Morning
Not much can be done with the paralyzed truth Trying to arouse the untruths for brief pleasures When the souls have been taken away from life It speaks feebly and crawls to the nearest lies Acquired taste becomes an obsession that lasts The essence of the secret underground intrigues It’s not infallibility but the truth that’s benumbed ~Amitav Continue reading Little Significance
The emotional, psychological, and social well-being of an individual can only be facilitated by a healthy environment. A society that is accepting, tolerant, and keen on listening patiently. In an interconnected world, incidents of intolerance and conflicts can affect anyone, especially children. When adults falter and are incapable of being the positive role-model for the future generation, they grow up despising them. We cannot think … Continue reading Well-being
As murmurs become thin, the patience of listening wanes An imaginary bridge seems precarious and becomes a reality Stretching the mind towards a strenuous territory Rumours widen their influence during this fateful momentum Only the fools will dare to tread on the flimsy path Silence feel docile, but the congregation of clouds feel hostile Many oblique references of the past There never have been stretches … Continue reading The Stretches and Journey
It’s the failure of olfactory! Yes, there is no way of moving ahead or following the course, when there is a sense of eerie slow motion and then an abrupt halt. The delights of a silent world are viewed from a new perspective. It is also a new experience for the eyes to believe in those relentless movements with neurotic acoustic; it may well end … Continue reading One Sense Fails
If I were to speak of something unknown, would you try to stop me because it makes you nervous? It’s perhaps the usual feeling to be wary is such situations! That feeling of uneasiness paints a melancholic feature and the eyes become hauntingly gloomy. Looking at them is saddening, but there is no way I can walk back and change the course to return with … Continue reading The Freedom to not Listen
