The Inception

Even before its inception, there it stirs mildly in another world

Where esoteric fluid helps them float in eternal tranquil

Here, when I sit still, and the entire world stops for them to arrive

That moment of absoluteness when they are freed from the hold

To appear for the world awaiting the birth of pristine feelings

The world that wants to disengage from the troubled reality

Waiting for a chance to robe itself with that immaculateness

Without the justifications of sporadic truths which have weakened

To regain the composure from the distant influence of eternity

~Amitav