Grim Feelings

Hope cannot sieve itself anymore through clogged screens

Stirrings are ominous for those who can feel the subtle affectations

Deceitful slumber paralyses the entire rhythm each day

Yesterday’s dreams still malign every little sprout of hope

Temporary seasons, early beliefs of their ascendancy

Busy working through the trials and unsettling challenges

Restrained air behaves like an alarming enemy

When wings flutter no more and softness of songs are rare

Withering buds, once hopeful, crowded by hungry bugs

Sluggish mornings rarely reach the starving corners of life

Life bargains vehemently with disconsolate feelings of nature

~Amitav