No one is bothered about the unfulfilled emotions
Fades away, after flowing aimlessly across the cosmic chaos
Knots of trivialities pattern the curtains over wide windows
Dirt settles on them, the creases devoured by clothes moths
The Sun has been not too kind over the years, fading life
Much earlier than other worries could catch up with it
Surrendering to the emerging voids that are mysterious
Rebellion has been a slur when freedom is only an illusion
Impaling time to escape, as if they are portals on a facade
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 