When heartbeats cannot translate the night’s cryptic whispers
Tremulous hour sinks the feelings; guided by a lone light towards the deep
Unknown spirit of the night wearies the hopeful dreams of a soul
Aimless wandering, sleeplessness, swift sinking into a doubtful realm
It feels the day’s reversed image has been imprinted upon this canvas
Sights sigh and slyly sees the perplexed eyes gauge the inert fear
That will murmur and change into a frantic voice in the lingering moments
The idea of another dawn seems distant during obscure timelessness
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 