Strange Times

When didactic compositions seem prosaic The freedom of evils to fly anywhere and nest Gigantic wings and evil eyes; the flights create a storm Screams shatter the primordial silence Not words of any lore ancient that is strangely mythical Origin of trouble with celestial churning Winged fantasies and chilling calls Clouds become liquid metal Shudders the evening tranquility, again and again ~Amitav Continue reading Strange Times