Vacant spaces, feels weird, when there are plenty of hopeless thoughts
Waiting to occupy the serenity and tranquility in a rapid movement
Initiated by that chaos; imagined by restless minds, during antithetical time
Feels ordinary at first glance, but their baneful desires are undercurrents
Flowing dangerously through the underground passages, creating deep fissures
Grinding against the silence, the indiscriminate decay is a premonition
No one can trust the vacant spaces anymore, not even the vacant heart
Asking for some reprieve- after all, everything goes against nature
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 