Magical it feels, to look here and there, everywhere
Feels transparent, the events that unfold… but rarely so
As if something is missing; a part of life in oblivion
The night may feel like day and days filled with darkness
Early celebrations at those events rarely continue
Perceptions and desires of inherent emptiness
Moments decline the ultimate kind of euphoria
Thoughts of unfulfilled dreams last till the last breath
So many nights keep awake the stirred soul
Reflections become indistinct, and characters disappear
Only a few unknown voices can be heard
Not that the world is absorbed in the type of existence
~Amitav
