Things embraced by the arms fall prey to the clasped palms Turning them into dust and returning them somewhere Where they stand in a heap in some abandoned land Withered things do not fascinate or inspire the feelings to care Raven night forms a cluster of thoughts foretelling the health of dawn Bruised hearts do not heal because of a pale sun Fiery grounds yield … Continue reading Taken Over
Frothy ideas float and the bubbles explode with false enthusiasm Distinct sight of surplus unenthusiasm; eyes detect this burgeoning void There may be too many concoctions in preparing toxic effervescence Excellent contribution of waste surge ahead with the stories of modernity Pouring that glass of water seems to be innocent and pristine The bane of survival while trying to mediate with the unhealthy ideas ~Amitav Continue reading Futile
