When it becomes uncomfortable dealing with the harsh lights
The heart yearns to laze around amidst the comfort of shadows
Silence finds noises to be utter stupidity; despises the disturbances
Dreaming of being elsewhere, where the water is tranquil and blue
Winds soft to the skin and day is as lazy as the slowest snail
Where nature is nourished by the grace of light from mystical horizons
The passionate environment holds surprises and eternal love for life
Life lives levitate and light up the eyes to laudable letters of existence
~Amitav
