Perceived through the eyes of a poseur
Guilefully cultivated visions that appear to dazzle the hungry eyes
Smoky skies obscure the hollowness
Quavering voices learn to pulsate with the undivinely rhythm
Fabulous poisons disguised as the flowing enchantress
Hoping to flow through the thirsty spirits waiting to satiate parched hearts
While bitter abysses overflow; a rare phenomenon of a deluge
From the world of grisly dreams, a remorseless inundation of existence
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 