Some days are just glances, others stay here to scrutinize
Their temperament lasts a little longer-
Moods sway between tranquillity and unsettled time
Prompted by the duality of a day split into ‘either’ and ‘or’
Silently the oars cut through the little undulations
On days like these, the mirrors are also confused
The reflections are scattered and multiplied erroneously
You never decide the colours on dolorous days
Chances are, the sentiments will paint themselves
To disguise their anguish in front of the many curious eyes
Let’s not talk about the pallor heart and meditative soul
Unsure about the embrace of a dualistic nature of a day
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 