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