On which side of reality I would be in
I speculate on the truth of reflections from life
Often the arrival of dreams are tied to time
Nothing honest exist in the inexplicable illusions
Razor-sharp gaze barely trouble the superficiality
Untimely interventions perforate the moments
I cannot hold on longer as I witness their escape
Interwoven existence in the acquired realm
Not enough space for me to imagine freedom
Everything changes without my consent
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 