What There Is

Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance

Dull images of barren branches

Parched territories still breathe for existence

Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real

Time has been deserted due to the confusion

Consciousness dangles precariously

The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours

Ages have gone by without remorse

There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes

Scripted chaos turns into an eerie reality

The reasons for the unreasonable are perplexing

Carving out meanings from the meaningless

Choices have become impulsively alive

Their stealth presence and ferocious guerilla war

Imaginations of wild nature and deviations

The course now runs after they are castigated

Fear is the only presence without a doubt

~Amitav

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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