Searching

Tucked away in the forgotten folds of antiquity

Still holds true, the time, which surrendered unwillingly

Memory wishes to get closer but fears the indifferent silence

Sometimes, silence can feel hostile to the talkative mind

Losing oneself in the tide of seasons wrinkles the skin

Before nothingness calls, the inferences imprison 

Hoping for clarity amidst evaporating essence of life

Wishing for transient dreams do not become reality

The ambiguity of truth and its answers hidden in creases

It is magnanimity and courageous to spare time

~Amitav

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