As there are no plausible replies to the genuine queries
Timeless ardour has settled elsewhere; there are only voids
Indiscernible time wearies the nobility- only empty promises
Initially, there are no guilty feelings, only euphoric desires
Somewhere, deep down, there are docile pleasures
Pretentious communications fail to convince the soul
There is nothing to be bewildered anymore… only usual worries
Unanswered questions, incarcerated heart, and broken desires
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 