If not the day was gifted to know something new about myself
What would the use of the light be to illumine the darkest corners
Those eyes reflecting my image could not be trusted entirely
It was not me who was there, but a perception of distant contemplations
For only I can realise the unknown paths where I have not been
The opportunities, desires, and fears that were not known to me
An unknown individual holding my identity is unrelenting
Trying to know me, shape my identity, with biased eyes
Something better, the surprising side of me, can be my own realisation
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 