Before a purpose blooms, the season’s turn dreary
All this while, the pulses were racing
Like the belly of a disturbing waterfall… dreams pulverized
Without the agility of the fish, they sink deeper
Pallor reflections off the waters… the rainbow arch is a dream
A rare occurrence when the lone traveller is reminiscing
Gauging the enormity of life, the volume of existence
Purpose can bloom in ethereal conditions… stay forever
In tranquillity and soul’s dedicated presence
Other than this, everything looks fragile- exposed to destruction
Paradise, the purpose, the people, and perennial life
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 