Some chills are insufferable
No warm feelings can suffocate them
They thrive in the coldest time
Grips the soul in a timeless stupor
Dreams fade in the intense haze
A bland and bitter evening
Then the night becomes fiercest
Wake up with trepidity
Jolted by the numbness
Sinking emotions try to stay afloat
In an weakened state of existence
Trying to deal with feeble energy
Lackluster sun and dreary work
Trembling hands can barely hold
Bitter feelings spills on the floor
Water seems to be lethargic
Defeated by the extreme hold
Of overpowering wintriness
The cup would rather remain empty
Like the deserted world
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 