Lights have mellowed and have become distant
Buried feelings wouldn’t wake up until the warm hours
Vacant spaces is where the mind wishes to reside
Intrigued by the anonymity of a weak apparitions
Of a world unfolding in front of a spurned reality
Uprooted relations try to find the depths of secure land
Blaming thyself while holding the hands apprehensively
Powerless to move ahead across the fragile path
Innermost chaos reflected on the hazy screens
Sometimes few drops of lamentations flow relentlessly
Timid eyes stare at the uncertainties with glint of hope
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 