Today it is a studied silence, not really sure of the sulking appearance at twilight hours
Melancholy decided to be an accomplice to stir the already palpable restlessness
Thoughts are like wolves loping on unsuspecting predators anticipating a feast
Nature’s mechanisms seem to have rusted and thoughts have become obstinate cogs
A workman has journeyed through the troubles and stumbled on the way home
Here, sitting among the coppery lights, unsure of any clarity on the night’s approach
A churning in the city’s womb and constant rumblings set the chaos in motion
Choked passageways give a heartburn to the already satiated belly of such turmoil
So many tormented desires have given up and landed themselves in unknown lands
Unfortunately, the secret tunnels are filled with earth’s debris, and there’s no escape
~Amitav
