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
Amitav Chowdhury 