Winds rush in, but my thoughts are not prepared to fly
“There is no urgency”, my soul reasons with restless messengers
Baffling conversations arise; meandering through different ambience
Waves of thoughts and their effervescence cannot be contained
Exuberance of the soul clearly reflected in the eyes
Trees and birds wait in anticipation; waiting to breach the palisades
This reality waiting to be superseded by valiant thoughts
Supernatural silence announces in a meditative authority
When an infinite echo will erode the disguise of distorted reality
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 