Sometimes time is like an emollient
Sometimes it is like a furious knife
The places are blotchy from harsh lights
Weather is not fair either; clingy mess
Curious, jealous, and highly corrosive
One has to endure that too
Heart feels like a guilty tenant
Not able to pay the rent with feelings
That can ameliorate some of the pain
Life feels stuck like a crude needle
The board feels wobbly and irked
Bearing the testimony of painful moments
Looking for that angelic moment
Across the confusing horizon
Life stands like an unrepentant thorny tree
Afar, the verdant valleys appear dreamy
Dissonant voices and unclear purpose
Scraped by the thorny branches
Time feels stuck and extremely arrogant
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Sometimes it is like a furious knife…this is powerful and so visceral…those dreamy verdant valleys sometimes do seem far away…let’s hope we find our way soon, Amitav!
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Visceral it is… so many feelings can’t be figured out easily. They are there, but in a knot. Kim, we have to find ways to seek freedom from it, seek the direction of light perhaps.
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But we agreed to bend it.
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Plucking out the needle; quite stubborn it seems.
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It is. It means we need to change the rules.’
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Bend the rules too… sounds quite non-conformist. 🙂
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Let’s call it cheating.
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Let’s call it trickery… we can be magicians too…
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You got the wand?
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Will acquire it… negotiating with the master magician…
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Perfect. Let me know how it went.
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You’ll know it… magically.
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Nice one 👌
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Thank you.
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