Waking up to the frail lights
Talking in hushed tones
Everything seems sleepy all around
A weak day is uninspiring
Reluctant to leave the bed
Soul’s disinclined to walk along
Under the canopy of frailness
The stillness is only within
Life never pauses but progresses
Amidst stale feelings and frailness
Somewhere, it must be brighter
Compared to this dimension
Silence births new consciousness
Weak lights are temporary
Should one dare to walk
Bright lights will find a passage
Through the fine fissures
Cleansed with pure light, again
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
From frail to pure light… I really enjoyed the movement within this piece, like coming out of a dark dream to be eventually kissed by that bright, warm light of understanding that follows conscious introspection.
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Thank you so much. We reflect on the various moods. Morning is sometimes weary, but we have to trudge along to seek that light.
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You’re kindly welcome. I agree, mornings can be sluggish but trudge onward we must.
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haha! i know that feeling; sometimes we dance, sometimes we’re in trance
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True, Monica! The morning and the different moods. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happiness.
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I hope it’s temporary.
Today’s is one of those weak, uninspiring days. The good part is I read sb else’s thoughts, which feels good.
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Ebb and flow. It does balance out.
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Yeah. I guess it does.
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you!
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