Evergreen floats on the overcast reflections
Dense time and its late ripples, the expanding circumferences
Slowed down, but it feels awkward when its time to reminisce
Turning time to suit my existence is a dream that spirals around
Like a serpentine reality wounding itself, stifling my breaths
Consuming me, while I try connecting the blurry points
Grappling with the echoes of forgotten epoch, a present dilemma
Trying to choose between yesterday and tomorrow
Sorrows that have always spawned from the unreal reality
Dismal shades of green, the patches of weariness and suffering
Many dormant woes have been woken up by the strirrings
Unearthly showers settle somewhere in the darkest caves
Nights are like the distorted mirages, existence recedes gradually
~Amitav Chowdhury
