Continuing Narratives

If it is not Praise that Light showers on us

Every dawn stares at the soul with questions

Stifling the communications hold no promise

Here, the maddening contradictions of stars

What reins the mind?

Revolving in a disorderly manner 

Misinterpreting the truthful nature of Light

Capsized feelings pulled away by the tide

Echoing depths contradict praiseworthy language

Obliged to emulate the aberrations

An alternate breath tries to resuscitate the heart

~Amitav