Grasp over reality slips away unceremoniously
Sometimes there is an effort to hold them back in a stubborn way
Mostly they disappear, leaving a sinister trace
A backlash of time wakes up the otherwise unfelt existence
Without remorse; there is always a sense of unknown anxiety
Conveyed to others who are around
There is an eerie frequency at which feelings are communicated
Somewhere, the deep sense of hollowness create undulations
Some part of the consciousness resemble an abandoned planet
Where once life thrived but deserted after altercations
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 