Imaginations become feeble when you allow them to become strangers
Eyes favour the undesirable, the barren thoughts seat themselves comfortably
Discussing the impulsive change in routes that are unkindly and difficult to traverse
Palpitations of the wind, tremulous feelings of the valleys, and widespread neglect
No hallowed mornings, lights appear and then melt into some unknown reality
Nursing negativity in the bosom; it sighs and cries, the feeble spasms can be felt
For whose service the heart wakes up, when the imaginations and dreams are unreal
Such displeasure for the soft languages of the soul, tongue becomes the darling of hate
How convincingly the stranger’s image is sculpted by the handful of inimical ones
Only visitor during the induced dreams are those who come along to unsettle
Life think of sustaining on negativity and indignation- hoping rage will keep it awake
Forgetting, the beings of universe are dependant on the universe’s calling
Of related loneliness, the fragile bonds, and subdued nature bores the imagination
Happiness cannot be replicated or reflected on well-crafted mirrors
Till the eyes wake up the imaginations that are pure and soul that seeks beyond
~Amitav
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