Upon whose influence do you import those ideas? Without even communing with the necessary voices Roam the streets; the ones deserted by fashionable ideas Where there is penury, but traces of honesty too Moist eyes know, the grubby hands won’t be filled with wealth Mornings are mourned amidst the hunger pangs In contrast, dumb streets are lit up with offensive affluence Lazy morning, rather luxurious … Continue reading Indecent Influence
Dreams; supposed to be comfortable but also exciting enough To keep awake the protagonist, who is eagerly waiting for sleep Are they completely his to acquire? No infringement whatsoever Without battling any claims from anyone or indisputable If there aren’t any accusations of a Faustian deal, it’s commendable Without invoking the legacy of Hades; the uneasy appeasement Wealth paraded naked as eyes glisten with aroused … Continue reading Dreams Matter
Relinquishing the divine wealth We, a forward race, want to accumulate The kind of wealth akin to confusion Rummaging through life to acquire more Lofty spirits, now crawling through disarray Fortune’s grace illuminates the world no more Drooping souls with inconscient dreams march ahead Brightness of purity has given way to unnatural light Impulse gives credence to trample the true wealth Nothing’s awake anymore, just unrealistic … Continue reading True Wealth
We do not own anything And we fear of losing every day Accumulated wealth, a symbolism Of a means to survive the unreal world When death is not a release Worrying every day about a future Life is a seamless journey Only segregated by the human will Wallowing in the sorrows Taking pleasure in narrating the woes We become real about the unrealities of life … Continue reading Of Fear and Worries
A man of affluence will bemoan his loss A man of intellect willingly bequeaths his wealth of thoughts ~Amitav Continue reading Of Affluence and Knowledge
Worldly possessions Subjugates your existence Accumulation of woes Far from freedom It binds you with invisible ties The more you spend And empty your coffers A sudden void engulfs Pulling you with strings Like a puppet being controlled The glitz and show are dazzling But the fuse within blows off It’s like a desolate alley After the revelry is over As long the coffers are … Continue reading Worldly Possessions
Amitav Chowdhury 