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
