Let your heart drown in tears
To cleanse away the wound
From it shall spring eternal fountain
Of inspirations, to open your heart
To Love, Hope, and inspiration
Muses will come to drink from it
And poetry shall flow through you
Every particle of you enamored
By the sweet water, flows eternally
Replenish the soul and turn the tide
To delve deeper in to self-belief
And, embrace knowledge to fight a stormy world
Poetry is the panacea for a recuperating soul
For there is the eternal fountain to drink from*



















© Amitav (Radiance)

Love is...
as soft as the white clouds in the sky
as tender as a mother's touch on your skin

Love is..
as flaming hot as the orange sun
that shines so bright
burning your feet till your brain is baked
love cookies in your heart...

Love...
shelters your heart
at night it gives you shade
when the shy moon appears

when the stars start to twinkle
all you can witness is the words of love...
the night sky sparkling with love

Love is...
always as sweet as honey
sometimes can be as bitter as your black coffee

Love is ...
as sharp as the white roses thorns
as cruel as the life in a metropolitan city

Love is just simple you see...
It just has too many meanings...

Frozen,
I am trapped
In this desert of snow
The thought of you
keeps me going
I drag my feet
searching for direction
I fall on my feet
I weep in frustration...
A sudden movement I feel
underneath..
in the thickest snow...
I can't believe
I feel you move...
under my feet
I hear you whisper
words of love
I stop and listen
True... You are breathing my name...
telling me to be strong..
pleading me to move on...
instantly I stand
to brave the crazy snow storm
a gush of icy cold wind slaps softly
on my cheeks..
Yes I will brave myself..
Cause I know at the end of this
tunnel of hardship
there is you..
standing with an open arm...

A blank canvas, inspires a painter
A blank paper, inspires a poet
From a blank we can draw inspiration
They are not blank, but an empty space
Untouched with the creative juices
To be filled with different moods of hues
And written on, with the most fertile thought
From a blank, we can draw a conclusion
Inspired to come up with most enchanted sketches
As artistry is the masterstroke, drawn on a blank
An abstract idea sketched, to inspire*





© Amitav (Radiance)

Tugging at the heartstrings can create music
Or, you may have to face the music*






© Amitav (Radiance)

Do you feel the ‘touch’?
Stirring old memories
Your body awakens
To the familiar ‘touch’
Blossoming the heart
‘Touch’, etched in your memory
Opening the hidden chambers
Where I once inhabited
Passions reaching a crescendo
As we have touched the familiar chord**




© Amitav (Radiance)