You’d resist my echoes, influence the surrounding to restrain my thoughts
From being heard by them, yes, I know, they are not fascinated by the mundane world
Wish to listen to something different- the usual indifference is getting tiresome
Only hope is the passage of time. as turbulently possible to erode the rough surfaces
Weaken the forces that diminish the passion of communication, especially love
Of which there are many complicated meanings, but such sentiments are lamentable
Hope that the days will have freedom and clarity to carry my echoes everywhere
Falsified images have become dense and time too is warped and dangerous
~Amitav
