Sometimes sleep is disguised in mysterious ways
Enters the space to despoil my desires
I am careless, they all lay here and there
Some inconvenient dreams are written there
Not some fancy notebooks, but loose white pages
They are pure freedom, no blemishes of strict lines
I decide the structures; of course, I choose the dwelling place for my emotions
Foundations may seem archaic, but they are solid
Without comparisons, the grow strong, more convenient
Nothing traditional here, just crafted by the flow of time
My desires dissolve easily in the tranquil resilience
-Amitav
