A life that is simple and dwells in silence
Another parallel, where unnecessary embellishments
The suave communication and the grandeur
Unaware of the real motives in the underbelly
Too often, an ambition to veer away from the mundane
Trying to disassociate from the roots of stability
Without the integrity and enacting scenes of debauchery
Unknowingly at the depths of sameness, finding individuality
Long after losing an identity, it’s the borrowed façade
To be a face among the many, masquerading stealthily
Rebels without a cause waiting to be exploited
The roots have long withered away, only the dead branches
Maneuvering through the gusts of winds of euphoria
There comes a time when all the lights fade out
Leaving alone, the dead branches devoid of life’s juices
Deserted by time and the world that seemed so fascinating
A parallel world of simplicity and immense knowledge
There, waited in silence, for the wayward soul to return
Now, the dry branches wither away further, to be blown away©
Amitav Chowdhury 