Against Time

I know I can’t win by racing against time

It cannot be usual to suppress the morning

Carry someone else’s dreams on my shoulders

Walk around for a purposeless errand

Think consciously about unconscious impulses

And run the course like a lunatic trying to subdue time

All the dreams capsize; the waves are rogue

Why should death be turmoil?

Living considered a struggle against an illusion

Where does one blend in and get stuck?

Smiles cannot be a metaphor for false happiness

Subtle rattlings become a roar

The unkindest darkness remains oppressive

Masks cling stubbornly according to the desires

All that is hollow create a jarring noise

Echoes billow menacingly like a hungry demon

Those imbeciles who try to manipulate time

Can carry on with their hopeless narratives

~Amitav