There are fantasies of vengeful love
Absurdities manifested in some eloquently hidden literature
Written in a cryptic labyrinthine way to baffle the interpreter
Not so much of a yearning of a soul to be with another
A convoluted narrative of raging passive angst for love itself
That consciousness needles the heart every day
Yet, the true emotions of love do not permeate the pierced heart
A soul has a mirror to reflect the monstrosity
There is a dilemma between spewing venom and being extremely coy
A duality tears apart the sanctity of true love
Masked eloquently with some hypnotic exaggerations of a feeling
The phonetics and rhythm disguise the intentions cunningly
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 