Some ideas are just silhouettes
Where imagination blends with light
To play at a different level and wavelength
It’s a magical souvenir
As the eyes seek coherence
From the realm of isolation
Here, communicating with light
Darkness is the perfect canvas
Now that they are conceived
Allow them to play with your senses
Dancing with the silhouettes
You do not realize you could move
Freely, like a mythical bird
Some fanciful moments seem unreal
Trust your heart
Once they have been birthed
These ideas are real
Maybe, they contradict this one
Do not fret over smudged outlines
Strictly defined and stiff postures
The rhythm of ideas felt by the heart
Dancing with the silhouettes
Is one crazy celebration
Do not abandon the ideas, ever
~Amitav
