At the quietest hour it escapes from darkness’s possession
Its anonymity helps find the passage toward the everyday ritual
Waiting to feel that cosmic spark, to ignite with benevolent light
From the embrace of life and sleep and frolicking dreams
A serpentine demarcation between reality and illusion
In a fetal position, life wakes up from another conscious separation
Into the most peaceful world, wordless, without worldly desires
Emotions rush toward the bosom like eager waves across a calm ocean
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 