Ways

Strident thoughts let loose Caught in a rigmarole in a congested mind Eyes scream, and lungs can expand no more Erratic beats dream of another rhythm Nothing exotic like the natural one Yet, extravagant in their throes Cellular upheaval and distress calls Deafens the poor ears Out of sync flow goes berserk Winding across torturous paths Liberated in a counterproductive way ~Amitav Continue reading Ways