Unsettling

Sometimes the quaintness of hell one has to settle for

Well disguised, the motives; abducted by the alluring feel

Hands of Hades, or the spirit willing to take this course

Happens, when the cunning mists obscure the reality

World’s fortune transforms into that menacing rapid

Slippery and hazy, the life tumbles down helplessly

Raised hands signal the heavens; in prayer for rescue

Beautiful dreams in that sinking moment may not help

Drenched and tired from the nightmare of a slip

Awake to the dreary world; still here, at the precipice

~Amitav