When intuitions aren’t sharpened like an arrow
The nock isn’t calibrated to find it’s way through inclement frequencies
Eyes quiver; an ominous sign of a false stance
Slouched posture and diminishing enthusiasm decelerates the heart
Without the beats of life being sound and bold
Chances are that the hiatus for the intuitions are prolonged
A recess of restlessness and fidgeting with the sharp edges of life
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 