Emotions running across the unsafe wilderness
There is no choice! To choose freedom for them amidst the chaos
Scary, being hurled in a viewless reality, dashing toward fatal surrender
Now the morning grips the soul with an unfriendly embrace
Hovering ravens know of a cryptic secret, hovering like a premonition
While in this idleness, so many feelings have crossed each other
Oblivious of each other, with a kind of accusing glare and disrespect
Directions have no will or relevance as the world dwindles
~Amitav
