The morning does look neat after a harrowing night
Of growling and shrieks, the menacing threats of the skies
Rage plunders the frenetic dreams, and one can hide deeper
When the bed feels unwelcoming to the panicking mind
Now, there are no traces of those demonic warnings
Time transformed the entire reality while the world churned
Slice of sunlight peek through the beaten window
Peels of the changing world pile up around the house
Still a forlorn time as the mind travels far away, imaginary pursuit
Against the will of this time, the unslept body, and faint hope
~Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 
As the seasons change, our world is once again visited by storms (wind and rain) felling majestic trees and blowing colorful leaves upon the ocean…your words bring the most recent night storm to mind, Amitav, making us thankful for the faint sunlight that often breaks through the dark sky giving us hope.
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The Universe is in perpetual change, sometimes the churning is a sign of greater consciousness shift.
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