Deception

Time fails to respond to the frantic pleas of a lonely visitor

Night is motionless, the fresh winds have changed rotues

Invisible paths must have guided the friendly voices far away

Growing calmness feels indifferent, but thoughts still arise

From another dimension of the mind, trying to reason

An ancient language probably or some mysterious dialect

Of unvisited lands, where their spirits cared of traditions

Love becomes quietest, staring at the unceremonious stillness

Surprisingly, the peaceful environ has a deceptive reflection

~Amitav