You’d know more of diminutive things
Trying to catch up with similar frequencies
Thoughts explode like enraged kernels
These are ideas strained beyond their limits
Agitating flowers with pent-up rage
Holding a bowl overflowing with craze
Knowing more but less of what is expected
The statements are not quantifiable
Even, the experiments do not show results
Distracting the mind with curious questions
I’d be happy to know more of nothingness
If there are clarion calls, never mind
Knowing more of what my soul desires
While communicating peacefully at night
There isn’t any rush to unsettle my mind
Ready to deconstruct life along the journey
My bowl may be empty, nothing to offer
Let my hunger guide the direction
Survival or existence is carefully considered
My prayers to keep this space sanctified
Only to surrender at the altar of truth
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 