It’s easier slipping into the folds of darkness
Even the shadows immerse themselves in a reverie
Bright drunkenness and concoctions of emotions
Chances of translating the stupor are feeble
Alluring darkness slips in some desires
To lift the veil of haze or not to admire the Moon
Awakened feelings erase the inhibitions
Allowing darkness to rush in a new fervour
A sense of belonging in a tranquil retreat
The vacant spaces are full of enthusiasm
~Amitav
