Just carving is not enough
How long can you go on creating something unimaginative?
It becomes fragile in those hands
Days are not enough, nights feel peeved of unnatural lights
If only the eyes could focus and hands acquire that skill
They slip away somewhere into the mysterious air
Where desires are not in any relation
Eyes glare at other creations in desperation
Waiting to destroy everything with a jealous fire
Not enough, the carvings singed
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 