To Begin

It begins with a struggle, every day, it is a challenge

Not to be smothered by the reflections and perceptions

Mirrors unclean bears the torment of past

Fretful thoughts are eager to occupy a drowsy mind

Truth and lies, illusions and reality, hell and heaven

Caught in-between- wobbly bridges won’t allow a safe passage

Deep inside, there is a turmoil, feelings spill

Into an emptiness- embrace so chilling, a soul shudders

Morality hinges on feeble consciousness

While the world is content with a wild chase

Here, time stops; struggles a soul with timeless problems

~Amitav

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