My curled up days, the fetal position, when days give a slender chance
Stubborn chill the amplified shrill amidst a silent uprising of desires
Staring at the primeval fears when cosmic churning are vigorous
Blank spaces have become aggressive and possessive, it a wild chase
Up there, beyond the clouds, much deeper into the celestial abyss
Change of consciousness, a new plan is written on the patterns
The worldly emptiness feels like an alien womb, an unrest in the soul
Opposing tides, the wild dance of energy and a timeless change
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 