Contrary to the dreams, the wearied city stares askew
Shrunken soul with muted response to the broken promises
Evaporating innocence aren’t even held by the firmament
Vanishing somewhere in the deep dark cosmic caverns
While dancing to the tunes of the Fool’s songs
There is that wave of rhythm drowning the senses
Love is at war perennially while heart yearn for some reprieve
Constant woes adhere to the cracked walls of the heart
Inane feelings have penetrated the skin and beyond
Of envy and hatred, there are volumes of obscene episodes
Frenzied life wishes to portray the antithesis to a friendly living
Tasted the forbidden dreams, the spasmodic overtures
Plain or simple are withdrawn from the subliminal world
Questioning the rot and loosening grip of the roots
Hearken the astute calling of the chaotic language
Fumbling tongue cannot utter the purpose with clarity
‘Tis time to dream, but not sure whose entrapment they are
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 