Time is still and silence spills over yesterday’s complaints
Indolent life’s moments feel misleadingly tranquil
Some borrowed reasons behind the unwelcome thoughts
Affectations easy, the scripted perceptions cannot clear the haze
Doubts, even more, and the palpitations of yore exposed
A burden of imitating the designs questions the consciousness
It’s silliness to waste the tears on the burning desires
Sometimes the times are excruciatingly hypocritical
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 