Too many words are spoken
Creating a web of deceit
Waiting to attract a prey
Trying to walk through it
Merely hanging by a thread
There lies the web of deceit

When we step out of the green
And the blue has been used up
What can we settle for
Except feel the barrenness around

The obvious obfuscates the mind,
The obvious sometimes we not read;
The obvious, from we dare not veer;
The obvious is always so ubiquitous,
The obvious is what misses the mark,
The obvious, from we always try to hide;
The obvious fails to ring a bell of caution,
The obvious is what we choose not to see,
The obvious, we see through tainted glass.
The obvious reason we miss out on truth;
It is obvious of our nature to create our own,
The obvious cannot always mar our perception;
The obvious is not so obvious, like an apparition,
Mistaking the obvious for a hallucination;
And not dwelling on the obvious, but everything else.


© Amitav (Radiance)

All the commotion is swept away by silence
Unnecessary words spoken to create false belief
The mind conspires to create a web of deceit
Heart is not consulted and left in the corner
The bridge between the heart and mind is broken
Energy spent to formulate speeches of no meaning
All conversation become meaningless
Yet, we believe in the hollow reverberations
Until, silence sweeps away the cover of fabrication
Silence bridges the gap between the mind and heart
Again, to find semblance in the cacophony of incoherence
Let silence prevail

Life is a whirlwind tour
Every moment an adventure
Easy, to complicated
And also other way round
Wading through sea of time
As excellent swimmers
We wade through it
Feelings are real
Finding, creating, breaking
Building anew
But always moving ahead
We are tenacious
Finding ways to improve
We forgive and forget
And survive the maze
Because the journey will end
For sure
It’s a whirlwind tour

When the world is full of strife
And words are launched as missiles
To devastate the beauty of the soul
Everyone’s paradise will be barren
One day nature will be forlorn
No one will be there to appreciate beauty
Struggling within to deal with pain
Then the community of poets wakes up
Seeing with their sharp instinct and intellect
To alleviate the pain, with words of love
Acting as a balm over the wounds
Poets can see beyond the usual
And deliver the sublime messages
Not poetry for poetry’s sake
But poetry for the world to regale
Mirrors of words which shows beauty
Bringing back everyone closer wonder
Realizing heart’s can endure so much

The wilderness is the blank space
Where the minds can roam free
A canvas for us to paint our imagination
Happy minds devoid of any anxiety
Fresh breath of life in the empty space
Where do we take refuge if destroyed?
Wilderness is the bank space to treasure
Explore and find all the answers
For the unimaginative they have no relevance
Among the wilderness we embrace life

It’s presence we can feel
Our eyes can’t seem to catch a glimpse
Only possible through the gentle sway of leaves
And a whiff touching your hair
Or while brushing against your body
It can carry the fresh perfumes from afar
Winds are also a messenger, for things to come
Always making us aware of its presence
The wind slithers through the deepest forests
If it faces obstruction, it changes its path
Swiftly travelling to a new destination
Wind disregards the manmade boundaries
As wind is nature’s messenger
It can also bring a wind of change
It may be bright or sometimes sinister
The wind has neither creator nor destroyer
The wind is the master of its own journey
Traversing and circumventing any obstacles
The wind is the inspiration to so many poets
With the help of the wind the sailor finds the way
The wind is mystical and is also intriguing
Sometimes it also brings destruction
The wind also sweeps away the dirt
Bringing with it a change or transformation
It’s here, there and everywhere- omnipresent
Winds of change will sweep away over us

© Amitav (Radiance)

Total dereliction of the threads,
That used to bind the two souls;
Years of neglect made it threadbare,
Initially, woven with colorful fabric;
Interwoven seamlessly to cradle a fall,
Colorful fabric got added everyday...
Hoping to make shimmering fabric of love,
Making a cosy wrap for the two;
Giving the warmth to fend off inclement weather;
It withstood the test of time.
As if it will never fail to protect,
But a twister was waiting to emerge,
The gusts of wind too much to withstand,
The two souls were already wrangling;
A tug-of-war of the differences,
Happened to weaken the fabric of love;
Till one day the twister became overpowering,
The cover was finally blown away...
Leaving the two souls bare,
The dreams blown away to faraway land,
Leaving the two souls, around all the debris.


© Amitav (Radiance)

With a deep breath
I inhaled the feelings of the earth
aroma of the fresh dew
sprayed all over me
and the soul rejuvenated
from the overnight slumber
woken up with renewed purpose
feeling alive again
breathing with the world
inducing sense of purpose
a prayer to face another day
with each breath
life is energizing again

Every day I take a step
Towards the end
Losing a bit of me
Finally, one day
Will hold hands
Of end of time
A beginning
Of another journey
Losing way
In the massive universe
Existing in the unknown
To this world

Nature’s fine composition
Music that is so closer to the heart
Humming along with nonchalance
Swaying branches join the harmony
Winds dance to the timeless rhythm
Silent echoes from the mountains
Calling out to solitary souls
Solitude is an eternal bliss
When one is in tune with nature

The morning face
Aglow with warmth
Darkness paves way
To a bright new day
Gossips of the night
Under the starry world
Without inhibitions
Wanton hearts danced
Forayed into darkness
To steal into the secrets
Unwrapped souls
Heartening pleasures
Two reckless souls
Lay there, waiting for new day
To renew the night’s pact
Kissing the morning face
Quivering lips welcome
Beautiful dreams come alive
The crimson blush
Reminds of a fervent appeal
Another day
Shall slip into the night
As will two souls cusp
Yearning for a union
Till, another day beckons

The soft music plays at the background
And each note surrounds me
Taking me to another place beyond
Where there is harmony
The soft heartbeats soothe the mind
Music that synergises me with the ambiance
Each note holding my hand
Creates a ripple within me
Every cell in my body is in harmony
The gentle ebb and flow
Swathes the room with calm
I ride the waves to a calm place
Where music takes me
I swim blindfolded towards the shore

When you see pain in the eyes
Look at the stars high above
Winking at you in anticipation
Piercing the darkness around them
they burn bright all the time
Little jewels adorn your soul
for you need to look in the darkness
and wink back at the stars
And you found your way
across the dark patches of life
with the help of the stars

We are within the precincts
Of the allotted time
How we may want to spend
As time takes away a little
Every day we move
Towards the end of time
From Time to time
We are stretched
And then weaned away
Towards another journey
Different destination
It’s all about time

The most wonderful moments
Are made up of simple things
A simple touch
A beautiful smile
A naughty wink
The playful arguments
Sharing the dessert
Or the cup of coffee
The kiss of assurance
Caressing each other’s life
Holding hands
Long walks
Enjoying the weather
Talking sweet nothings
Touching each other’s soul
To etch the memory forever
Simple moments we desire
And moments will be eternity
Not complicated
But takes love in heart
To enjoy these moments

Have a way with words
Make sure they are not wayward

The first words spoken
May not have been this
Evolved over the centuries
What would we do without words?
They are ubiquitous-
In our thoughts
In our minds
In our expression
In our eyes
In our soul
In the scripts
In science
In the folklore
In the myths
In the mysteries
In the signs
In the poetry
In the prose
In philosophy
In the cave drawings
In the hieroglyphs
Words evolved and added
By the Bards of yesteryear
From whom we have inherited
Many new we have coined
Reading their words of wisdom
Words give solace
Words sometimes hurt
Our dreams have words
And words shall remain
Passed on through scripts
And through oral tradition
Carrying the rich heritage
For centuries to come
Above all, speak words that heal
And tales of mankind's bonhomie!

So many words
Yet, so few which soothes the heart
Brevity is the key

Sweet words spoken
Sounds sweet in few
Too many spoils the day

Today, the words came to me
Wrapped in their exclusive finery
Ready to take me with them
On a tour of the unknown alleys
Of my heart, not visited by me
Each word is a guide, leading me
Towards the core of gratitude
Being an avid traveler
I was yet to take this journey
With childlike glee I read each word
Feelings which lay unexpressed
Were touched by the magic message
Like each new day brings fresh hope
Each word spoke with such grace
The roots of joy are rejuvenated
And springs to blossom eternally
To greet me with varied colors
Of happiness, gratitude and hope
Living each day in wonder
Soft morning light ushers new day
Gratitude in my prayer
Before I start a brand new day

By shutting out the noisy world
I can hear the heart chanting
the words of gratitude-
A mantra which reaches every heart

The words that resonate with sarcasm
Ambushed by the hands of hatred
Taken away to a desolate place
They are dumped there in oblivion
The inner fire of self pity
Boils the cauldron within

Often the fangs of hatred
bites into the soul
Spitting the venomous words
and incapacitates the heart
Numbness spreads all over
after the spiteful attack

Words can express
Words can suppress
Words can stress
Words can digress
Words can transgress
Words can profess
Words can regress
Words can impress
Words can progress
Words can caress
Words can also heal
Words can be no big deal
Words can be abundant
Words can be redundant
Words can be blasphemous
Words can be infamous
Words can be tremendous
Words can drown in the cacophony
Silence we may prefer over dichotomy
Silence will overwhelm all of us

© Amitav

You have the chisel in hand
And the master sculpture
Chisel away the unnecessary
To sculpt a masterpiece
Heart shines
Through the beautiful facets

The world of poetry is a vast canvas
Where we look for the right colors
To paint the vivid pictures every time
So many hues mix with our emotions
And the heart goes crazy in the wilderness
So much to paint, yet so little time
Like the wild breeze gathering inspiration
Not only from this celestial space, but beyond
With the hope that our words embrace all
Thus is birthed a poem and from the poet
The ink that once paints the picture
Remains etched on the heart and soul, forever

If the world’s a stage, we are the poorly rehearsed actors, who are expected to, always play to the gallery.*- Amitav

The lover’s wounded heart bleeds silently
From the invisible cut, that runs deep
Lacerated by the steely disdain of the lover
Her world revolved around him
Now, she is bereft of any world, but pain
Slowly, the maimed heart leaves her incapacitated*




© Amitav (Radiance)

Writing poetry is a Zen moment
Emptying yourself of words
Concentrating on the bank pages
Cleansing the soul as words flow
Spiritually making you aware
To be a worthy listener
Empty coffers can hold more feelings
And poetry shall flow eternally