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
Amitav Chowdhury 
Indeed, dear Amitav.
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I wonder where we are heading… the futile optimism or fatal optimism…
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Utopianism. But it’s only human to be unrealistic.
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Utopia, even it is little less than the idea, without the ‘ism’ could be a possibility is we try to understand life, away from the induced chaos. What do you think?
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But then, nth’s really perfect. To end up with the utopia is utopia.
Maybe if we weren’t such perfectionists….
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Yes, not even the idea of utopia. Let’s call it a desirable moment that seems sort of perfect, or somewhat resembles the concept perfection
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Seems acceptable to me.
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