It’s not easy distilling the recurring struggles
Stirrings of unnatural kind unsettle minds
Fake smiles held up with deceitful manners
A simulated environment of urgency activated
Through persistent machinations
Fixed eyes unable to probe the sanctity of visions
Inexplicable concentration of hateful sentiments
Adulterate the mirthful essence of life
Mocking with the wilful replication of errors
No soul will be content within devious citadels
Discontent spills over with boiling rage
Wounds do not have time to heal
Strange meeting with the bloodied reflections
Foreheads smeared with indelible fate
Killing in vain the replica of a cosmic soul
Fallen spirit is torn asunder by dark forces
Such wisdom cannot salvage lost pride
It’s a strange predicament that lingers
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 