After Contemplations

They were not faint beliefs… persuasive and relentless

Even chases your shadow at the dawn of faintest hour

Bothersome, because they interfere with your dreams

Stripping off the fine disguise of life and exposing lies

Dreams as a child are more meaningful and beatific

Adulthood brings its own woes and apprehensions

Becoming irksome… the character still believes

Those faint beliefs at the oddest hours of being awake

Everything grows, multiplies, and amplifies the errors

Stamped by impatience, the march towards failures

Destiny, that invisible truth, is a dominant force

~Amitav