Secret

In archaic tradition it flows deeper through you and into the oblivion

You were carried before, at a different time, another destiny’s calling

Cosmic spasms yield complex environment in the reflection of an eternal mirror

Entanglement of primeval consciousness with the birth of pristine time

No memory is effaced from the continuum, only a transformed reality

Unfortunate to not keep all of them within, a sonorous consciousness decides

All that will be, the dreams, desires, passion and the birth of new feelings

On can never reminisce those cryptic memories, the secrets untold

~Amitav