When the gleam of some borrowed light cannot be trusted
The eyes strain to follow the lines, but the blurriness push away the thoughts
To a different plane of reality; the grainy lines crumble into unknown particles
Dusty, the mind is crowded by the shadows of a rather gloomy day
Trusting those lines that emanated from a vague remembrance proves tricky
For the eyes to tackle the emotions; they view reality in lesser shades of life
Somewhere, they seem to be uncertain and their feigned accent a distraction
Ruining the clarity, while surges of crowded echoes fill the consuming void
There’s talk of fairness, desired conclusions, and the freedom to distort too
Manipulated particles should be seen dancing to undesirable inclinations
Passions run through those lines to deplete the emotions and ruin them
Ridiculous laughter, overpowering arrogance, the willingness to bend reality
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 