Not the diminishing darkness
Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays
Avows its decisions to smear the brightness
Day starts with a sense of feebleness
Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images
Where every event pulls you down
The fierceness of the visions
Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts
Hopes flailing against the deluge
Time behaves like quicksand
There’s no way one can flee the moments
Remorseless depths await the continuity
With abrupt hindrances
Faint light emerges clasp of darkness
Save the day with prayer and planning
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 