The Stretched Thoughts

Are those thoughts really durable enough

Or just sticky and stretchy to mess around the surfaces

Some enthusiasm is born of prolonged boredom

Leaping out of a tiring reverie like a lost dolphin in the sea

How would one believe that the world is not the same anymore?

Few yesterday’s have transformed it into a swirling mess

Every day, the rotation creates a long narrative around the periphery

Really intrinsic properties of being human and natural harmony

Forgotten in the daily pattern of identical circuitous routes

A strong mixture of worries

Ideas are packaged like the real deal

What may be the surprises in store?

Thoughts that enduringly and excruciatingly stay

As they become intolerant

It becomes a struggle to tolerate the soul

There is a rush to finish, but the struggle keeps them real

~Amitav