That intense euphoria may not be what it seems to be
Consisting of extreme sadness, exaggerated by a faulty reflection
It becomes difficult visualising the entire canvas… the unreasonable fusion of colours
Alone, it dawns with a gloomy truthfulness- the stark reality of grief
Upending an entire life with a mere push of impulsiveness
Everything that once had splendour is covered with an incoherent sheet
Of useless dreams; torment, and the ability to absorb melancholy
Without feeling biased towards the persistent state of existence
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 