The disturbances in the symphonic feelings
Trying to restrain the soul from realising a worthwhile tune
Not of the selfless pleasures of life, the simple happiness
Only thinking about everyone else’s perceptions
Stripped of the honest soul’s meanings, they are not your own
Wrecked by the heavy words, the adamant sinking
In the deep recesses of melancholy- feeble voices worry
What are the chances of witnessing the bright sky again?
Mistakes are oft-repeated with a senseless rhythm
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 