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

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