Vindictive love dreams of a different constellation
Walks tiptoed across the branches frail and wily
Mesmerising eyes hold secrets vaulted through ages
The hollow corridors and emotions echo such stories
Etched on the pillars names forgotten by time
Dawn seems to be night; of nebulous feelings painted
So many stars and untimely obscurity spell sorcery
All that love is, being obliterated by such feelings
Heart won’t shut up and stop narrating the woes
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 