At the Edge

Written over a stuporous world

The sudden wrap on the confusion

Embraced chaos to pacify

Fragments of feelings fly furiously

A vacant heart holds a vortex

This is a listless consciousness

Unknown fury settles down 

Amidst the once tranquil garden

Time is in no mood to pardon

Lightning blazes through the stupor

Lamps held by unsure hands

Unable to chase away the fury

The blanket of untruth blown

At the edge, visions gain clarity

~Amitav