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
