What do you do when thoughts avoid you…

Looks like it is disconcerting to walk around with an empty crucible When the world is bustling with it’s share of woes and triumphs So many events and shows, entertainment and distractions, performances and glaring spotlights Like a world has opened its doors for little sparks of extravaganza In one little corner of the world, somewhere, there still exists loneliness Doors slammed against the bits … Continue reading What do you do when thoughts avoid you…

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

The Broken Promise

Seeds broke open with the force of natureSpring at the time when wilderness was pureSeeking deeper, the stability, the deep-rooted knowledgeOnce that originated from the churning of the oceansNow, only traces of which man can seeMesmerized by the monstrous reflections that cloud the consciousnessDarkness weaves a sinister and fibrous ecosystem of fragile disastersForgotten reality of inception, now the intentions are suspectStrongest foundations revolt and uproot … Continue reading The Broken Promise