Stunned

Thoughts arise from infinite sources

Without chronology; resist the idea of deciphering them

Caging freedom, fixing them upon circumstances

Slapping consequences with overtly critical opinions

Time creates jealousy to destroy the sincere pictures

Once those moments have vanished from ephemeral

Surrendering to the eternal, safe from critical eyes

If at all they appear too sophisticated, explore them often

Without being burdened by modern constraints

Now, words appear and disappear- they contain nothing

Tempting nonetheless, they will emerge in lazy ink

Where pages will be crowded by unhinged appreciations

Fault of breaking down the imagery- only mirrored fragments

Fragile thoughts inked in diluted ink, inadequately blended

Stealing the words abruptly creates stunning absurdity

Losing the true ideas, personal experiences- only cliches

~Amitav