Why write?

Write when the creative juices flow, struck by a passionate creative angst to carve out our own stories, nurture them, praise them or put them on a pedestal, with ink, carving out their space, before presenting them to the world for some sincere scrutiny and sometimes harsh critiques. Writers write, stories and experiences accumulate, memories tickle the pen…everyone of them wants a tribute. -Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading Why write?

The Reflections-A Poem

The mirrored reflectionA defiant stillness of inner chaosAges have not mellowed the soul yetForsaken the warnings of timeTransient remembrance of lightning realizationsSoon forgotten, the pursuit of beguiling dreamsBroken and tired willCreating frantically, carving out from the vortexTemerity of challenging timeThe still piercing gaze of reflectionsUnfazed by the worldly tusslesEnmity between soulsUnraveling the accursed fateReflections of unrepentant existenceImpetuous journey, fighting reflections© Amitav Chowdhury Continue reading The Reflections-A Poem

Skillless-A Poem

I’m skillless while trying to elaborate the ordinaryFind less exciting drawing the usual reflectionsOf an excessively adorned mundanity that life isStoring the emotions in some forgotten dark spacesLearning the foibles of love that cannot endure the comparisonsEulogizing the empty sympathy with tedious speechesDressed by time, the garish overtures of striking the age into perspectiveFrom the persistent emptiness and fragile emotions, a craving for the unreal Being … Continue reading Skillless-A Poem

On A Wintry Morning

Morning wakes me on a wintry morning At the last hours of darkness spilled Whispers of the universe with new messages For now, darkness will be dimmed Weak light conceived from the unknown reality Known to me, but distant and shines bright Fresh visage with roseate glow gives hope Warm embrace of silence assures the soul To be awakened in slumberous world My desires have … Continue reading On A Wintry Morning

Interpreting This Time

Now that I do not interact with time The last remnants of an era eroding fast Memories get anxious to settle down Early fluttering of melancholic light Euphoric darkness transcends resistance Of human efforts become feeble and tame Time conspires with unknown forces Every rising of the Sun is still a reminder Uneasy waking amongst uncertainty Convoluted thoughts creating the future There will be a … Continue reading Interpreting This Time

Hope Is Alive

One never sleeps over the whiteness Mute feelings seem to quiver…strange moments Unfamiliar warmth fills the room, a new energy Daring to wander and imagine an alternate world A future may have been lying idle for so long Neither the dreams nor the silent contemplations yielded Here I was looking at the expected paleness Yet, dreaming of a brilliant path through the old passage Supreme … Continue reading Hope Is Alive