The trembling words do not embrace the mind dearly
Rarely, they are delightful of the heart’s lovely desires
Weary days and nights, tiredness takes possession of the soul
Spiritless words scattered here and there- an incoherent bundle
Of denials, futile communications, and tiresome relations
With the uninspired soul that camouflages itself with melancholy
Ridiculing the happiness of nature for being truthfully expressive
Invoking the night’s spirits to soak the night with heavy tears
An early morning smudged with contradictions and insecure feelings
Mournful moments never allow life to breathe without a wobble
Pouring incessant despair into the sparkling creeks and rivers
Woefully cloudy waters absorb the vibrancy and radiance
Like a stubborn fog, the woebegone moments conspires with life
No spirit, no wings, stillness holds captive the soul of winds
An abode that trembles continuously suddenly fall apart
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 