Afterthought

Wouldn’t dare to go where feelings are snatched away

Not responding to the challenges of being pushed around

A bereft soul, without the feelings, fail to realise a morning

Thinking about the darkness where many faces speak

In a similar language, in a sharp tone; it shatters the peace

Once closer to the soul, now they have a strained relationship

Friendless they roam the streets- stifled by the crowd

Appearances, disappearances, denials, and lazy arguments

Precious words lose credibility and appear emaciated

Ripped off feelings, vacuous promises tarnish the pages

Stolen from the soul, the pure feelings, for the sake of applauds

Fancy visions of fame dissolve into the harsh mirage

~Amitav