Is There a Way?

There are not enough pleasant ways to look at things

Among the disorderly objects- once objects of desire

Greedily produced, without the order of love and consciousness

Obliquus visions, the reasons seem to descend with frolick

Fear thrown into the chaos for them to battle insanely

Like intruders, they destroy the dreams and nights become sinister

It’s a commitment to pleasure the devil- their calamitous laughter

Time wounds itself tightly around the soul, foul, most foul

The air has been compromised along with ancient promises shattered

Journey across difficult terrains, as landscapes disappear, stolen

~Amitav Chowdhury

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