Words bloom later, seasons and poets have drifted apart
Poetic emotions lose relevance, like a lost child in a busy street
Far away from home, mixed feelings about the indifferent world
Where is that romanticism of life?
Ossified heart have fallen into a deep chasm, feels no more
Love does not pulsate anymore; it’s a ritual, a mere symbolism
Comparison with proximity, but there is an aloofness in intimacy
No one embraces the agony anymore- a bruised world has no healing
Feels numb; loss of poeticism, fumbling for rhythm within a spiral chaos
Poet waits for the epiphanies, perhaps, there is still someone out there
Not even one soul? In the vast cosmic surprise- come embrace me
~Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 
It’s been way too long since I have gotten lost in your poetry Amitav. Thank you for sharing your gift. It always brings me to a higher place!
“Poet waits for the epiphanies, perhaps, there is still someone out there”
We are listening …
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