It Happens, Eventually

Clever eyes, clandestine eyes, crude eyes, and curt eyes

With all their passions, focus on the peaceful gait of life

Poor light, peevish days, and the stealthy pandemonium

Hoarse calls to destabilise the half-conscious flow of life

A dilettante’s explanation of the nature of existence

Feeble fonts are written frantically with the frail hands

A space too wide to monitor and even comprehend

Enemies emerge from the enormous elliptical chaos

~Amitav