How long can you slouch over the morning and try to repress the lights
Sitting erect may become an arduous task due to the immense burden
Of the unseen worries, the imagined times of turmoil, and scant hope
Dreams that were seeded never had enough opportunity to germinate
Feels, like the flickering horizon, is trying to communicate frantically
There’s never enough room for the contradictory ideas to settle down
Images framed with guilt is the ultimate worrying sign of existence
Closing the windows and shutting the doors tight isn’t an escape
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 