From Disillusionment

Disillusioned by the illusions that cannot be befriended

Being upset is not an unique feeling, but feelings differ

Seldom, there is enough space to sort out the differences

Adjusting to the discomfort and preparing an antidote

Missing ingredients of the Universe one can never possess

Weakening knowledge branches out into feeble arms

Getting accustomed to the urgency of random chances

Not that they promise anything, but alluring nonetheless

Diabolical flames ensnare the dreams- the ashes remain

Furious winds battle the flames, give them some life

Eventually, the reality is washed away by pure rains

~Amitav