Somewhere Unknown

Brackish words unbearable for the strongest too

Subtle waves weaken the foundation

Far away from the cosy recesses of the pampered woods

Here, under the canopy of harshness, it burns

That lingering freshness of a bygone era troubles

Even the lovely blue transforms into a cynical hue

Open soul prone to the shrewd darkness

Sunset of a sinister nature burn off the fences afar

Sitting on the grind of the past, the dusty storm unabated

Stings the eyes; there’s no respite from it all

~Amitav