No one can decide the calmest of times
Until the heart feels it is time to deviate from this path
Time gathers like a cloud, only to threaten
A quivering moment speaks some uncomfortable truth
Looking at the clock is futile
Time is completely out of breath; the way seems
Startling! The alarm clock is jarring
Stretched comfort, the body feels the weight of it all
The mind grips the head to seek the calmest times
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Time completely out of breath… is there ever a calm time ? Brilliant poem!
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Hi Tanya. Glad to hear from you.
Time is relative; depends on what kind of thoughts create ripples on the sea of time.
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I totally agree, very fine poem.Well done!
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Thank you once again.
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Pleasure!
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You are right Amitav, It’s all up to the heart. Sometimes you are on the calmest place but you feel all achy and distracted! I love every single word you said in this poem.
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Sometimes we look for such a perfect situation without acknowledging the reality. First, we have to sort out the chaos.
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Indeed
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Time out of breath. Gorgeous.
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It happens to wound itself to restrain the flow of life.
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