Why can’t morning arrive without the unnecessary fanfare
It is not that we stumble upon this time by chance
As if night would have not been too overwhelmed to place them on morning’s cradle
Have we not thought of creating a ruckus in silence
It sounds ridiculous, I know, but there can be such ideas among us too
Hope, the morning magic is not perceived to be a routine act by an amateur magician
A generalisation is the most hastily woven cloak to wrap ideas of life
Talking of torturous dreams and human transgressions, but then the mundanity is equally tormenting
People wake up wailing, with brooding ideas; there’s lack of ingenuity to think otherwise
To ease out of that cloak for good and allow the soul to get used to the morning light
Be friendly with the darkness too, jut to be aware of its intentions
Sometimes fiendish, sometimes generous- the pockets of moods are quite deep
Place the thoughts only when you are sure, otherwise, rest with the dreams
They may be troubling and wouldn’t allow sleep to caress you
It’s the utter boorishness of a hostile world that does not allow a quiet morning
The perfumes, austerity, and magnificence are shrouded in a cloak
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Ahh your writing reminds me what treasures the night brings with its magic allowing an easing into rest and the glorious morning bringing fresh the newness of all the universe… never mundane or to be taken for granted 🙏
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