Yesterday is overstaying and tomorrow isn’t over yet
Now that is the odd predicament this present moment is in
Yes, laughable that it remains creased always
One who desires to iron out this can only hope so
Not only this world but this microcosm is also compromised
A pattern only scooped out of a defiant pattern
Of being worried and fretting over the unfulfilled expectations
If not those one can let go, let’s play with them and manipulate
Extract the remaining ounce of patience from the world
Only to be thought of as an elixir
Those who never had faith will distort the narrative
Let’s play a game of twisting time into a worthless definition
Only to unleash the rage such complexities will yield
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 