Conceived Thoughts

Thoughts conceived and abandoned, without a companion its adrift

Pushed by fierce motion, across turbulent areas of ill-disposed ruminations

Gnawed at by their incisiveness; a difficult phase for the unprejudiced 

They have to navigate still, without disturbing the violent ideas for now

Alone, without a worthy companion, they steer themselves through ignominy

A jeering audience filled with vitriol spends the last drop of energy fiercely

What conspired when the good thoughts were conceived is a mystery

Ti’s caving in, crumbling every day, but the turmoil spills over viciously

One who can accumulate them and salvage their truthfulness and ingenuity

Saviours need not beg from the chaotic times; there will be a safe passage

~Amitav

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