There are times when the whispers grow at a commanding pace
Without raising their voice, they threaten to occupy the little space
That I call my own- a slice of a world that balances between me and my soul
It depends on how I defend it from faltering
From the intense soundwaves inaudible to the human ears
All that I can do is to keep moving, in a balanced way, without palpitating the focus
I will be tempted to give in because of the fatigue
My body will trudge along, but the soul must maintain that resolve
If I were to step on troubles and have to walk along the jagged paths
They look similar and familiar, all entangled at a crossroad
As if the entire city is caught in a tight knot
I do not carry an extra spine to balance myself or an extended had to help me from falling
I do not know at who’s calling I still defeat those menacing whispers
Enough to trouble the gravity of the Universe and my existence
~Amitav
Love what u did here, Amitav.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Bojana!
LikeLiked by 1 person