The Antics

The antics try to suppress the dominion of enthusiasm 

Of this universe, and then settling down in a carved reality

To lament the mesmeric caving in of the fragments of existence

Only if reality were to be encompassed by these eyes

Impossible! They rover purposelessly across lusty silhouettes

Contradictions are seeded in the absence of entirety

There is every reason to persuade the intellect to solve the puzzle

Alas! Every day, another missing piece wakes up from slumber

It’s part of the struggle; the inability to focus through distractions

Even the intellect becomes truant and plays terrible games

For, all the antics can juggle the puzzling pieces of realities

~Amitav