Upon what the paths rest, we know not for sure
Always the hurried feet may not heed the undercurrent
Sometimes looking behind or looking ahead, way too far
Carrying the precariously balanced vessel of worries
Time pushes the journey; the skirmishes from resisting time
If there was any reality of engaging with a fallacy
Cagey eyes vision the world with a hostile intent
Seeking a therapeutic potion concocted by the clumsy physician
Much sought after for the effective hallucinations
On can knead the dreams to a clumsy ball of woes
All that is done by the piqued mind with incoherent ideas
Calloused feelings emerge from the feeble heartbeats
None can sense the mood of the ways that are laid out
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 