Through The Course Untrue

How long can you stare at the stillness brought upon by gloominess?

Sincerely holding on to the cynic who wants to believe the unbelievable

All the images are solitary, if not being bound by surrounding reflections

Blue sky responds with a wry smile at the ripples of life’s chaos

Faces distorted over the gloomy canvas creased by the daily troubled accents

The languages strain for a victorious end from the beginning of an argument

Accentuating the forces inimical across the temples writ with fear

Disconnected from the voices and their wisdom that could have guided true

~Amitav