Inside the house, but it feels I am nowhere near my home
That I had in my dreams; it is a place, where I rest but thoughts flit about
Edgy doors and windows unsure of the sentiments
A growing contradiction is visible- weather outside is indifferent
The night will be over, the morning will arrive on time
Life will knock at the door and pull me out of my uneasy comfort
Of accepting the circumstance and existential dilemma
My murmurs may have been heard by the elves
I was not trying to weave a tale but writing uncontrollably
Using all the ink, because I cannot spill them frantically
What may translate from them is over to their interpretations
Whether to stay in and continue, will trouble the darkness
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 