Conflicts

Sun shines with morning’s mantra of looking ahead, beyond the night’s premonitions 

Oblivious of the soul still drenched in distressed dreams; searching in the nadir world

Frantically soaking up the excess desperation that rushes through the meandering channels

Nature’s bright colours are perceived to be too harsh by an anxious mind

Terse sentiments restrict the soul from communicating some profound realisations

Always bitter tongue can barely appreciate the honeyed emotions of flowers and birds

From a stationary position, the changes seem to be distorted and perceptions never change

~Amitav