Among the myriad of distractions
I have found the only treasure
It’s within me and seeks my attention
The noises around are just a trap
To keep me away from myself
Many distances I have traversed
Before reaching this destination
No more distractions
They have been negated by silence

As if no one cares
So many things happening around
Not a cause of concern
Till the time they are affected

Upheaval of the present
Takes you back to nostalgia
Fragments of memories
Plays in your mind
Incoherent thoughts edited
A certain place in the past
Where a part of you lived
No matter how far you have come
Nostalgia takes over
It’s a romance with the past
The vintage film in black n white
Now plays, colored with imagination

Mental notes
Scribbling across
Mind and heart
Voiceless words
In subconscious
Lest we forget
Invisible diary
Pages of drivel
Given importance
Nonetheless
Stacked up
Are volumes
Of such diaries
Shelved on shelf

You are not going to get everything
And you know this is the truth
Whatever you have is your treasure
Don’t destroy what you have
Anticipating piling on more
Till you realize it’s too late
And whatever you have are crushed beneath
Treasure will have tuned into rubble
It‘s not about everything
But be happy for what you already have

Darkness seems so naive
And we being gullible
Reveal everything to it
Open our hearts
To welcome the visitor
Closing the door behind
Darkness becomes a tenant
Only we have to pay a price
By shunning light outside
Shadows embrace the heart
Casting a pall of gloom
Blanketing the stars
Perpetual darkness prevails
Light becomes a monster
When darkness we become used to
Obscuring our presence

Engulfed by thick billows of smoke
Lungs filled with it, almost asphyxiated
Squeezing out the last ounce of life
Haze has blinded the vision of some
Hiding behind the threatening smoke
Smoldering emotions running high
Loved ones are torn away forcibly
Lives suffocating to premature death
Who will clear the engulfing smoke?
Wiping away emotions with billowing smoke
Tempers running high, mercurial rage
Engulfing even the perpetrators
Wisdom is on the verge of silent death
Engulfed by thick billows of smoke

There are many books adorning my library
Every stack placed painstakingly
All your names feature in my catalogue
I know you by names and can recall every rendezvous
Each one of you have given me a new perspective
Sitting at the corner of my library, I have seen the world
Everyone of you have opened up to me
So that I could decipher the true meaning behind every words
Every picture registered in the canvas of my mind
I turned every page like an eager child
All of you have been my true companion
No matter the seasons and the year
I always looked at my collection with pride
Every one of you donning an interesting cover
From cover to cover, the pages sleeping in silence
Waiting for me to uncover with love, the way of the world
Every one of you had a different creator, who sacrificed you
It is such a sacrificial ritual for a writer, to reach out to readers like me
It pains them not, but is proud to depart with their possession
Filling you with all the tales and explanations of various themes
Through the centuries, books are a playing a vital role
It’s an art how you read them; read between the lines to decipher the true meaning
Now, I stand proudly in front of the shelves, which showcases my wealth
All of you are not part of a collection, but my friends forever…

You have bestowed me with the indelible ink
And the pen dipped in it, flows effortlessly
Writing passionate words, in the pristine white
Pages, which are the canvas, of your faith in me
The supreme surrender to my muse
And I have been gifted with the freedom to emote
My inner feelings, completely exposed
As you are me, and I am you, our soul coalesced
As the passion has reached a crescendo
And the final ****** has reached a frenzied culmination





© Amitav (Radiance)

There must be an eternal fountain
Where the creative ink flows
A secluded hamlet where all Muse resides
A museum where all seer poets are featured
The laureates from earlier centuries
Adorning the walls of ‘Hall of Fame’
Their legacy passed on to next centuries
Some through narratives or written manuscripts
Omnipresent, to provide the guiding light
To pen the narratives, metaphors, onomatopoeia
The rhyme schemes- Ballade, Chant royal, Cinquain, Ottavia
But most important of all is the rhythm of the heart
And when the heart and soul coalesce, it creates literature
The rhyming schemes of our mind, heart and soul
Is what the composition of a passionate writing is**






© Amitav (Radiance)

Applauds and Likes is a humbling experience
Poets and friends make a community thrive
Bustling with encouragement and fresh poems
Reading poems has been an eye-opener
Place where Muses visit regularly
It’s a cohesive bond created by strands of each lines
Written by all the remarkable poets and scholars
I reach out to each one of you, with a humble poem
And express my appreciation, for the reads and comments

The truth in your beauty
Calling me towards you
Mesmerizing my world
Of your beauty I sing paeans
There’s festivity to celebrate
The truth of your beauty

© Amitav

An endearing heart in adversity
Always giving love a chance
Many trying to wean you away
Integrity and gratitude spells magic
Helping you to be on track
As a traveler, fulfilling your dream
A life well traveled

Lose yourself in the embrace of Love
Realize the pure essence, and Feel
All your senses are in congruence
There is no ‘why’ or how’, but only Love
Love represents purity of heart

Love will seek you if you have love in your heart
There is no door to enter love’s kingdom
The inhibitions are in the mind, which blinds us
Love is camouflaged in the simple things in life
Gold and diamonds are of no worth
Only worth is the wealth of love that you carry within
Let’s all wither away to infinity, with love in our heart

We are nudging out nature, in our selfish interest
Almost trying to outdo nature and create our space
A space devoid of any beauty, mechanical churning
Deafening noise, drowning us in the decibels
Haze from the industries, making our vision blurry
Oblivious to the perils, of where we are heading
Are we leaving or building a safe abode for our progeny?
We can live in denial and continue to march ahead
Trampling many natural dreams in the name of civilization
Or measure success in different parameters
As success can’t be at the cost of defeating the purpose of life

The propensity of the seductive mind
Starting a game so amorous
Passions clasping hands in embrace
Games of hide and seek of the soul
The lovers unaware of the world outside
Deepest passions reach a mercurial high

© Amitav

Visit to the land of antiquity
Kept alive through words
Best describes the tales
Which were narrated once
Reading them
And transported there
Fascinated by legends
Ageless and frozen in time
A fascinating word museum
Takes us back to antiquity

The old pond is now filled
Brimming with clear water
Fresh rains brought it to life
Schools of fish swimming
Someone throws a stone
Creating ripples across its serenity

Bad attitude is like a flat Tyre
It will leave you stranded*






© Amitav (Radiance)

In the garden, which once bloomed
Is left with dry leaves and weeds
Unattended by any gardener
Shrubs and hedges grown out of proportion
Even the walls have been claimed by poison ivy
No visitor here, in this forlorn patch
Dried and desolated, bereft of all the juice
It can’t sustain beauty anymore
Reminiscing, its heyday, the bird’s paradise
Variety of flowers, thronged by bees
Sweetest of nectar have once been tasted
The wooden bench, discolored, and weary
Once part of the romantic words exchanged
Between lovers, and a place to rest
For the elderly couples, trying to revive old memories
Garden itself is now a part of memory
Listening to so many anecdotes, happy or gloomy
Yet, the garden, was paradise once
Welcoming everyone with open arms
Now past its prime, it’s in a dilapidated state
Not a soul to tend its broken heart
No one will be there, to mourn the loss of paradise

Once that was
Will not be forever
Faded memories
And sepia moments
Lot of nostalgia
Tired souls
Reminiscing throughout
In retrospect
Fading work of art
Cracked colors
And crumbling walls
Long stint in the past
A standing ovation
From the present ones
Frail limbs support
The past grandeurs
Let’s bow to them
In our memories and
History testimonials

Creativity is like fleeting moments of brilliance, which albeit, occurs regularly

One word can
Give birth to a whole poem
And one poem
Can give birth to a creative idea
One idea can
Inspire one or many
One poet can illuminate
The minds of many
One moment of curiousness
Can light the mind
Of the poet
The thoughts
Now will have opinions
And creativity
Has led the way
In igniting minds
An idea
That fueled a culture
The one
Has now become many

The night is happy
Lover’s meet again
Never to part

Walking on
Frozen path
Time stood still
Leads the feet
To known
Destination
Slippery proposition
Silent screams
Unsettling tales
Wooden door
Slammed years ago
Tiny slit
Does allow
Some view
Dingy rooms
Thick cobwebs
Frozen hearts
Time lost trail
Last visit
In folklores
On frozen path
No soul
Wants to return

Sitting on the edge of grief
The gloomy world stares back
Alone, near the precipice
Barrage of questions
Attack the mind
Why was I chosen to grieve?
One of the pieces of life’s puzzles
Somehow I don’t fit now
Only time will come to heal
The mourning heart
Till then let me be alone
And nurse my heart to health
And be ready to fit the puzzle
Till then let me come to terms
What life has offered me?

Transient moments
celebrated with love
fair eyes see beauty
only love, that never dies

Give the words a break
Let’s interact in silence
And go deep within
Only you and me
Listening to the hearts beat
Feel the pulse
Souls breathe freely
Yearning to come closer
Silence we speak
We've found our saying

What words are
But reflection of the mind
Spoken from the heart
Not always!
Embellished with flattery
Paying obeisance to the ego
Plethora of lies
May be music to the ears
Once they set in
And it’s too late
Every word becomes lethal
Shattering confidence
Words remain words
Nothing more
But a tirade
Vitriolic moments arise

Write right
Never trite
Pen’s might
No fright
Heart’s bright
Soul’s flight
Blissful sight
No spite
Poet’s write
A pride

Poetry can’t be a limitation
Words radiating the poet’s imagination
Transcending beyond mere understanding
Poetry mesmerizes the soul and heart
Words beyond the regular
Reading between the lines, to decipher
For Poetry shall remain forever
Lyrical hymns, always hummed by poem lovers
Surviving the centuries, and beyond
Poetry can pay tribute, to unspoken feelings
From poet to poet and from poems to poems
A rich legacy will weave intricate Art

Sleepwalking through life
as if it were a dream
subtle consciousness
and reality eludes
memory is on a hiatus
we try to wake up
and start searching
for the unknown
- that is reality

The smooth surface
Life shining off veneers
Nothing gets etched
On the fragile surface
Meaning has no place
Living contrary to life
Tenets, there were none
Slippery memories
Sliding off the edges
Nothing lasts
Edges are defined
Chasms are wider
Fathomless depths
No warning signs
Just on the surface
Makes no meaning

We have forgotten the original story
While writing so many versions of our own
With the pen that faltered
And the ink which created blemishes over paper
Creating only caricatures of the true beauty
Which we cannot emulate