The vacuous audacity of trampling the words
Across the empty lobby where eyes gesture at ordinary communications
Some exchanges on the way, but the language is yet to be ascertained
Cranked up environment promoting ruthless brevity of sentiments
Smiles resemble smirks, masked generosity is another ploy
Trodden words stick to the sole and leave a trail of times to arrive
Times composed of less composure speak abundantly of the shift
Black Sun through the latticed windows create a sinister pattern
Walking under the heavy arches with a slouching posture
That audacity of reaching for the curtains of a netherworld
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 