Stars rarely get that attention from the mesmerised eyes
The flair in despair, the translations of life is not too fair
From the lamenting azure to the melancholic crimson
Life transforms little but holds on to the weary dreams
Displumed, they never had the chance to kiss the realms
Of freedom and mystical experiences that are eternal
As if, the day is ready to compose a denouement too soon
Farcical moments deny the end a thoughtful paean
Grim time diminished the brilliance of stars for ages
Mysteriously, hope still shows its brilliance to some
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Your words your words… takes me to a different high altogether… every single time!
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Thank you so much, Angana. Glad, you like my work.
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It’s true ” Life transform a little but holds on to it’s weary dreams”. It’s never ending thing. I can’t imagine, how you go so deep. Amazing.
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Yet, human introspection and the desire to free the mind to understand the ways of the universe. Night is not so lonely, after all, we have the stars; so many of them.
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that’s true
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Wow! Beautiful!
I absolutely love these 2 line: “Life transforms little but holds on to the weary dreams Displumed, they never had the chance to kiss the realms”. Heartbreaking, and so human.
Ending with “Mysteriously, hope still shows its brilliance to some” is a beautifully penned reminder of our human spirit.
This made me feel good. Thank you.
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Thank you so much! At the end, there’s another beginning just around the horizon. We can hope and settle down to see the stars with new eyes.
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Yes! 🤗
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Yes. To some.
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Its difficult to sum it up- the life
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