The existence delays its rent, it owes a lot to Time, spent force, a delayed start and incoherent response to the morning
Almost a fancy disguise to avoid the probing glances of time, a messenger running synchronously with a tired journeyer
Out of the fancy little spaces, spilling over to the crowded extravaganza, every little soul claustrophobic within the modern designs
Plans, not according to the individual convenience, but a reality of empty promises, vague truths, an emerging post-truth consensus
Dreams do not cuddle with the vibrant soul anymore, a rather depressing energy pressing life to adapt to a worthless pursuit
Anxious time, unpaid hours and lack of vigor, a visionless rhetoric, model where numbers denote the limitations; freedom, a lost cause
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 