Missing Metaphors

Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch

Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness

Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours

The Sun shines, but it’s fury an ominous sign, shrinking hopes, parched emotions and dangerous desires

Unaware of the missing metaphors; languages do not carry the wisdom of existence, the earliest emergence of light dimmed, failing hopes

Moral battles, segregated crowds and various misconceptions; untrustworthy reflections like a hellish mirage

-Amitav Chowdhury