Loneliest stillness rise up like the gloomy citadel
From the discontented core waiting to caress obscurity
Times are frozen and unrelenting; the deadness is alive
Yes, it is the time for the dispassionate stillness to thrive
Not all harmonies translate to a beautiful music
Thoughtful side pushed against the wall
Another half is pulled away towards the dark stairs
Spirals and the deadly murals complement the passage
Strangeness, stillness, stoic, and stealth of scariness
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 