Is time wicked or it senses the fickleness in the air
Of fictitious reality intercepting the unrighteous thoughts
Muses aren’t amused by the stories that follow
None can reign the winds spawned by evil forces
Lies travel with immoral intent across the dark territories
Awakened by the sinister chants from deep caverns
Conspires with the rogue time of some malefic age
A cold breath of unusual winter palpitate the summer
Vexed eyes and fearful heart seeks an immediate shelter
From the ominous time that will erase trust with fickleness
In it? Or pushed into that zealot time of ultimate chaos
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 