Eyes want to rake in the wintry feel before retiring
Before sleep changes the course of flow through reeling darkness
Declining the entry after the windows and doors are shut
The advances of declining perspectives stop at the stairs
Faint knocks of phantom times that emerge from condensing melancholy
Through endless highways, they rush towards a colossal attraction
All the fashionable words would quieten as they fail to translate
Alien feelings, surrounding the unfriendly obscure environment
Reminisces about collected thoughts alter the journey of sleep
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 