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?
Often you will be isolated with the purpose to suffer That is the idea held by the world that believes in obfuscating the truth You can be the distraction with the kind of truth you spell Numerous truths will be birthed to bury that one convincing truth Mirrors are moulded in a way to reflect the most bizarre convincingly Otherwise, prepare to be shattered by … Continue reading Cannot Be Distracted
Bones may not bear the thoughts of ancient times Growing up with a sense of lacking a tradition Adhering to so many images that were uncomfortable Temporal dreams gather and form a cloudy weather It becomes a reality- the senses also feel convenient Of accepting the ephemeral tradition, not of antiquity Contemporary thoughts deficient of timeless purpose Rushing to form an opinion, a complete meaning … Continue reading Nothing Unusual, But Disconcerting
Inside the house, but it feels I am nowhere near my home That I had in my dreams; it is a place, where I rest but thoughts flit about Edgy doors and windows unsure of the sentiments A growing contradiction is visible- weather outside is indifferent The night will be over, the morning will arrive on time Life will knock at the door and pull … Continue reading At Home
As a writer, it is unnecessary to give a lengthy introduction, not a prologue, but a piece giving away vital information about the writing. Sometimes they sound even too apologetic and used as a ploy to attract some sympathy of readers. There is already so much being revealed that it feels laborious to read the main work after an excessively apologetic tone from a writer. … Continue reading The Explanations
Once it started with a mild request It seemed impossible and a heart enquired in jest Loosening the bundle words- a wish tremulous Eager to spill the ink, without being emulous While sights gained the freedom to travel Wonder! There were many stories to unravel A simple hand learnt the cursive art All this while, the desire was in the heart One who dared to … Continue reading It Did Happen
I would nurture the feeble dreams Allow life to breathe some consciousness Souls would not blossom For lack of profundity in daily rigours Only shadows, weakening life Life gasping for air- some fresh air Communications- the art of misdirection Eloquent, but can rarely be trusted In an echo chamber of arrogance Pandering to deceitful ideologies Truth, we want truth- echoes everywhere Lack of it, or … Continue reading Looking for Something
I wander off way too far It’s uncomfortable being in the zone Leaving no traces of my steps Not a metaphorical journey A real escape to find freedom It might be in the mind Is not the mind a universe? Leaving footsteps on firm land May not yield that pleasure Whether it is wilderness The most crowded attractions Another universe is less travelled I am … Continue reading Far Off
Closing the door at an inopportune moment Life turns away from the abode to a distant land What message it arrived with, is lost forever Wonder, if the path would change the direction Considering, eternity will preserve the moment Time will not be kind enough with the decay Disintegration is a natural trend of the journey Who would be at the door waiting for it … Continue reading Lost Moment
How far can I stretch my pen I don’t know yet What if the ink refuses to flow even if the inkpot is full The images that will fail to appear to this gloomy world Even the Moons and stars would play hide n seek too often If the canopy of delusions wrap the emotions for too long Would they be able to breathe? When … Continue reading Hopeful Pen
Amitav Chowdhury 