As if the Moon decided to not speak with the stars
Sullen moments ripple the uneasy tranquility
The wide-open windows and doors lean against sulking walls
Clouds offend the eternal love moments
Settled in a chair which has witnessed many such nostalgic moments
The body cowers each time the heart sends some message
Damp light, empty glass, incomplete feelings, bland food
Many voices use this space now; it’s a difficult communication
An overbearing silence outside and commotion here
Will it be absurd to surrender to the inadequate words?
When they are used to disguise the truth of love
Hunger and parched throat pierces the soul
A world full of struggling passions emulate the insecurities
Such vainness is felt agonizingly when Moon remains silent
Even the stars are truant; eyes absorb that gloominess
~Amitav
A brilliant composition.
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Thank you so much, Moushmi.
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