With the personification of pain, there isn’t any clarity
On the innate desire to breathe life into lifeless things
It’s not the soul’s command to paint a dreary colour
Time is not faithful; it’s corrosive nature disintegrates
The thought of recovering barely stitched to the heart
Is pulled away by the persistent gusts of a chaotic world
Impulsive personification, a distortion between parallels
That floats in the realm of another melancholic reality
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I like to think that although the world may be a chaotic torrent where time erodes everything, there is beauty in that. Chaos means anything is possible, and time means nothing is permanent. In-between thunderstorms we get flashes of a rainbow 🙂
Great post man, put my mind in some interesting territory
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Ncely said, Jacob. Hope is infinite, ad so is human resilience. As you said, “the flashes of rainbow” is a sign.
Glad you liked this piece.
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Course I liked it, it was well done.
Cheers mate
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Thank you once again.
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Fantastically written
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Thank you, Pritam
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