Adjusting to the sudden luminous celebrations
Missing the controls; preferably, a dimmer, a more sombre space I yearn for
Pages exposed long enough scorched, looks pale, my emotions half-burnt and ashened
I feel ashamed to sit through the spurious spurt in anomalies
My skin feels the burn as I shiver in utter despair in rented darkness
Looking for a place to retire, to recuperate, dissolve the ashes of my emotions
Spare them the ignominy of a half-hearted existence, when truth are not truthful
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 