Inattentive soul, aspiring to imagine half-tone images
Walk away further, tilt your head, the eyes prance between the spaces, and figure out a stymied outcome
Natural lights are neglected, hushed tones, as imaginations drift sharply
Neglected memories, the cunning time that builds a craving withing, without which you cannot step out
Distancing from the self, transforming with a designed fashion, overlooking a perforated landscape
Piercing gazes and ridicule distort the perspectives, eyes scan the delusional world, gathering neglect
Life is not a standstill water, merely to observe your own reflection, the changing moods
One ripple away from the disruptions that elusive dream slithering away, stealing the reflections too
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 