Each one of us writes an autobiography
Pages composed with anecdotes and memories
Pen dipped in the ink from our soul

Language was not a barrier
We communicated with eyes
Best conversation ever
Through the window of our soul
Our souls shook hands
Eliminating the distance

When humanity loses their beacon
Future plummets to deepest chasms
No light to welcome the future
No hands to hold, in our weaknesses
Only shenanigans
Will finally obliterate us
Leaving this celestial space lonelier

About past there are regrets
With the present we are entangled
Past is yet to arrive, yet, doubtful
Seeds of unharmonious thoughts
Deeply entrenched in our mind
Now, they have grown and flourish
Becoming weak in the constant shade
Obfuscating the light of awareness
Life, we interpret in darkness
Until we cut the branches of uncertainties
Uproot the negative thoughts
Embrace the light of truth and grace
To live and grow stronger with every step
Nurture the harmonious thoughts

This land, where we can roam free
Boundaries have been set up
Mapped by the pen of a cartographer
Continents drifted apart, tectonic shifts
Ripping across the land mass
The mightiest of mountains turned to rubble
Giving rise to new landmarks
The fury spewing fire, the molten lava
Created fissures along the ground
Rivers of fire flowing across the veins of Earth
Resentment of nature marched to new frontiers
Earth transformed itself, to a new avatar
New landscapes and greenery adorned it
In the coronation ceremony of the usurper
Commandeering life - forms to a new future
We are living that dream for centuries
Without an inkling of the next rebellion**



















© Amitav (Radiance)

Transcending all the right and wrongdoings
Will meet you at a place where nothing exits
Just You and Me, in rendezvous with us
In a language which surpasses all the worldly meanings
Meanings of our heart expressed in an alien language

The poetry of our life
Word for word
We keep adding the lines
Living between them
To compose more lines
Spilling out our feelings
Our moments
Etched out in ink
Once, stack of blank papers
Filled with our story
We shall wither away
But our poetry shall be there

Suddenly I wake up in the middle of night
Perspiring profusely, drenched to my skin
Finding myself in the middle of the woods
With nothing, but a bare body, amidst nature
At nature’s mercy to cover me
All of nature is standstill, not a whisper anywhere
Only the full moon lights up the thick canopy  
Faint light filtering through the thick cover
Showing me the way through the narrow strip of path
My body brushing against the thick overgrowth
Hurting me with every step, yet I move ahead
My feet started bleeding, quenching the dry earth’s thirst
In the midst of nowhere, I tread along with caution
The broad oak trees around me feel like huge pillars
Holding the canopy above, also, creating a maze
I feel someone is watching me, my body starts to tremble
I drag myself in fear and agony, only to see the forest end
Someone waiting for me with open arms,
She runs towards me and covers me with her robe,
Uncovering herself, to tend and wrap my scathed body
Her healing touch instills peace within my disturbed soul
Caressing and kissing me all over, she breathes renewed vigor in me
For I have now come out of the deepest forest where
My senses had gone numb and I was not in control of myself
Now she has changed it all
Embracing each other, we enjoy the full moon

Smoothed by flowing water
Friction has shaped the rock’s jagged edges
Time flows in course

Trying to paint on a canvas
None of the colors struck a chord
And the brush cleansed the palette
Devoid of any colors
On the canvas was unfulfilled dreams

The fire of passionate love game burns them to ashes
Yet they rise like the phoenix, reborn with more love
They are juxtaposed- the svelte and the sinewy
Exhausted, they melt into each other’s arm
Entwined with the fate of each other
As love has cast a spell on both
As they have transitioned to the passage of infinite love


© Amitav (Radiance)

The fire of passion is ignited
Silhouettes glowing in glory
Love oozing out of every pore
Kissing life to each other
Deeper sliding into each other’s soul
It’s the game of love
Which consumes, yet entices

We have created paths
Where there were none
Humanity marches on
Roads interconnected
With ambitions
So many crossroads’
Crowd of humanity
Wading though
To reach someone else’s
Destination
Roads shall remain
New crowd will join
Same roads and destinations
It’s time to take
A different route

Elegant pavements
With numerous footfalls all day
Yet to find a foothold

Drenched in desires
Passion in all finery
Glistening beads
Adorns the silhouette
Awaiting the touch
For silent surrender
Dance to soft tunes
As passion lingers
Around the curves
No empty promises
Only passionate
Seduction
And pearls of love

The blank paper stared at me for long
Wishing, I wield the pen to paint with ink
As my mind is heavy with thoughts
Blank paper offers me the space to share
Myriads of thoughts and deepest emotions
How effortlessly the blank paper draws me
Out of my slumber, to pen down the words
When the pen touches the paper
It connects my soul and heart to the blank space
Waiting for me to fill the white space with emotions
Offering me an easy access to let go
And express with eloquence, over pristine canvas
Painting the most intricate designs with words
Times when spoken words become few
And the only path for me is to compose
It does not complain if the composition goes awry
Being a true companion without being judgmental
Not weary of my erratic thoughts and going wayward
After all, everyday it brings me to the table
That’s the path which I am drawn towards
Without being wary of the world, I pen down my thoughts
The blank paper always waits for me to wield the pen
And the ink flows again to chronicle my thoughts

If we always look through a microscope
We miss the bigger picture

The perception of perfection, changes with time*- Amitav

Walking through the perfumed garden
All the flowers were vociferous
Spreading their happiness
With the intense aroma that pours out
Potent cocktail carried by the wind
Tugging at my heart
To come back every day for a stroll
Perfumed garden allures me
Their fragrance has so much enthusiasm

If it is a perhaps
Why confine it
Try to realize it
Waiting for you to seek
Miracles do happen

When it’s perpetual winter
And you are stripped to your soul
Facing the strong icy cold winds
Cutting through your skin and bones
Every gush of wind like chainsaw cut
Deep gashes and wounds
Mutilate the steely resilience of past
The sun shall never shine
Gagged and tied behind the clouds
Of uncertainty of the mayhem
Mankind has stooped so low
Iron fists dishing out knockout punches
Will and the power to realign
Seems a distant dream
Few blinded by power, running amuck
Destroying the paradise once was
Only harsh winter for now
Overcast conditions seems reality for now
Extreme power have made them vile
Someday, there will be turn of events
Waves of resistance will push them back
Into the oblivion and beyond
Annihilate with determination and together
All need to unite for a greater cause
Awaiting spring, after long wintry days

An Acorn holds the life of an Oak tree
Eggs cradle the life within it
Mother nurtures progeny in her womb
Hearts are the abode of Love
Dreams are the seeds of future Realities*




© Amitav (Radiance)

When you are full of yourself, then you are nothing, empty yourself and absorb the nothingness, you will be eternal

Let the playgrounds be there for children
Hosting games which are played fairly
Formative minds exercising for healthy future
Open grounds let’s them breathe fresh air
Embracing bonhomie and fair play
Giving equal opportunity and space to each other
Playgrounds will nurture the formative years
Learning to play with dignity throughout life
Growing up to be torchbearers of the nation
Healthy mind resides in a healthy body
Playgrounds be the venue for diverse congregation
Spreading the message that games are not trivial
So many feuds are resolved with dignity
Children can teach the art of resolving strife
A playground can be the hallmark for diversity
Giving equal opportunity to all the players
Let’s not botch up every possible place for our needs
In the name of development, only concrete structures
Only meandering roads leading nowhere
Let the playgrounds be there for children

Words dance at the poet’s tune
A grand symphony of feelings
Tugging at the heartstrings
The space between the words
Is where the magic lies
Music which enthralls the soul
Woven with the words
Which flowed from the pen
Birthing a poetry

The thoughts have found a voice
Waiting to be expressed on paper
Communicating the deepest feelings
Taking the pen in earnest
Before the ink dries
To convey, that isn't spoken

Poetry is, feelings coming alive with words
Inked with permanence, on paper
Words wrapped in unique ideas and creativity
Every piece is open to as many interpretations
Leaving the mind, wanting more
Prolific poetry flowing from every poet’s pen
Keeping the souls of other poets, replenished
Poetic liberty gives us poets, to venture beyond
Weaving a web of magic with each word
Poets drinks from the well of creativity
Every century has given a rich legacy of poets
Poetry is in nature, for we poets can feel
It’s omnipresent in every incident of life
Sometimes sad, or philosophical, or satire
Funny and full of Love, or even hatred
Poetry can dig the depths of feelings
To create mellifluous literature
We are all bound by the threads of poetry

Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried

So many words
Stitched with finery
Fine attire crafted
With feelings close to heart
The soul once lay bare
Now clad with intricate fabric
Richly woven
With fine craftsmanship
Fashionable for every season
It’s your own creation
With the language of your heart
Cloak of eloquence
In the poetry you write

In the garden of poetry
Blossoms many flowers
Seeds planted with care
Holds varied experiences
Flowing ink helps germinate
Each seed to raise their head
To see the light of day
For us to tread among them
Experiencing their beauty
At the valley where poets reside
There is never a dull moment
Weaving night and day
In an intricate design with words
A garden of dreams
Surviving through the ages
A safe haven for all poets to gather
Where echoes words from the soul
Words flow through the garden
Nurturing the seeds of imagination
Which will bloom again and again

The moments are solemn
Creepy silence has overcome
Once bustling with creative fervor
Stupefied to silence, words dried up
Eternal spring, at the core of the soul
Lying stagnant for a long time
Layers of **** and algae made it murky
The Muses don’t come to drink from it
There is no music played anymore
Violin strings have rusted and not tuned
Every note wailing in despair and neglect
No hymns, only dirge, is chanted from afar
Solemn moments have gripped the heart
Soul deprived of the sweet lyrical waters
Poet’s aquifer is dangerously low
Waiting for the rains of wisdom and creativity
To replenish the eternal spring
Clearing out the **** and algae
Inviting the Muses again, to visit the spring
And words shall flow with clarity, once again
Music shall reign supreme in the soul

We may not be here
But the words shall remain
Conveying our feelings
Only link to our hearts
Between the transient phase
The paper shall hold forth
Valiant words of the soul
Circumstances happy or sad
Words which flowed profusely
The pen that we held
To explore our being
Every signature of the ink
Will bear our uniqueness
A lasting impression
Of the poet’s life

In a poet’s world there’s no frugality with words.* - Amitav

Suddenly there is a whirlwind of words
Creating havoc in the poet’s mind
So many incidents fly past the eyes
Tugging at the heart that experienced it all
When poetry arrives in search of you
You have to wield the magic wand
To quell the raging storm that creates havoc
The soul won’t satiate, until the pen bleeds

The mere thought of the impossibility of achieving the impossible is so daunting that we leave out the possibility of trying out the possible means, by which we may try to achieve the impossible.- *Amitav