Instruments of lies with taught strings, set to different rhythms
In harmony and ecstasy the tunes cavort with a different energy
Caresses the senses amorously to allure them to suspended reality
The inaudible decibels are harmful enough to puncture the soul
Perforated eternity and strings of lies are a twisted realm
Gazing lasciviously at the morbid fantasies with altered visions
Lies love the dilettante hearts mesmerised by such woven designs
Caskets filled with poisonous potions arrive at the doorstep
Hearth does not provide the warmth with fire lit by devil’s fury
World gladdened with indifference and merrily playing instruments
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 