The Insanity Rules

Poetic fervour revolves around an esoteric world

It is difficult not to be intrigued by the flashes of words

Like comets, they rush across the unknown universe

Prodigious philosophies seem to be distant 

From afar, it is quite a task for the eyes to decipher

Silly feelings surround this reality in a misdirected stupor

So many nights spent in sleeplessness and solicitude

The decrepitude of a slowly spinning world; it feels nauseous

Some nights weigh heavier on the solitude

A whitewashed moment reveals the hollowness of words

There, the comets burn themselves without remorse

Even the stars wonder if it is time for them to surrender

Poetic emotions become mysteriously revered there

Tonight the solitude and sleeplessness could usher the truth

~Amitav