Wedged between heaps of ignorance Where does one find momentary sanity  Thoughts, like dust, settles inconspicuously Trapped with many other particles  Incoherent, insouciant, and incisively destructive Devouring the soft fabric, till it looks ragged Some idiot must have planned all this Thinking of switching off the consciousness Seeking clemency at the precipice of foolishness Wild dance, celebrations of absurdness ~Amitav Continue reading The Futility of Seeking