It's him again. The reason why.
I start anew, my pen has pride
It's him again. The reason why.
My pages are blank and full at the same time
It's him again. The reason why.
My joyful laugh, my sorrowful cry
It's him again. The reason why.
Days where I just can't get by
It's him again. The reason why.
I've cried so much, my eyes are dry
It's him again. The reason why.
Can't bring myself to say goodbye
It's him again. The reason why.

If you nip it at the bud
The bees will be starved of nectar
The flowers bloom, only to wither away

© Amitav (Radiance)

Love is the most used word in our daily life
Yet, when it comes to loving, we falter
Expecting something in return for our love
Is love’ so shallow?
‘Love’: “I do not expect”.
Can we measure the depth of ‘love’?
‘Love’: “My depth is “unfathomable.”
Do we really know the meaning of ‘love’?
‘Love’: “My meaning will be unraveled to the worthy”.
Who is worthy to ‘love’?
‘Love’: “I seek the worthy and enter their soul”.
Is there any language of ‘love’?
‘Love’: “I am the undefined, words can’t contain me.”
Who can ‘love’?
‘Love’: “Everyone is welcome to my world, I don’t discriminate.”
Why is there abuse of ‘love’?
‘Love’: “I am abused when they use my name to exploit.”
Is ‘love’ losing its relevance?
‘Love’: “Love is rooted strongly and can’t be uprooted.”
What is the future of ‘love’?
‘Love”: I am not bound by the past, present and future, as I am the way of life.”
Can we be healed by ‘love’?
‘Love’: Try me, I can heal the world.”
When did ‘love’ begin?
‘Love’: “I have neither beginning nor end; I am infinite.”



© Amitav (Radiance)

A kiss proves that talking is unnecessary when there’s such a passionate way to express love. -Amitav

We've always done it this way...

Amitav

She sleeps there in the chambers
The morning light caresses her
She paints a picture of serenity
As if time has stopped to appreciate
A perfect painting of sleeping beauty
Braided tresses lies across her beguile heart
Like a serpent entwined across in slumber
Her lithe body, breathing in perfect harmony
Creating a trance like milieu
Her beauty is mesmerizing, the faint glow captivating
Only covered with a sleep linen
The languid morning doesn't dare to wake her up
Pillows are cajoling her and being indulgent  
Her unfading beauty mesmerizes me
The sleeping beauty rests there in grace
As I quietly trespass into her dreams


Amitav...

This is my life...
I hate that I'm not seeing more.
I hate that I'm not experiencing more.
I feel like I am wasting my life away
Into nothing.

And I hate that everyday
I'm held prisoner inside a government funded, cold brick building with people who drive me mad.
It only leaves me craving **more