Far off from where I started, faint memories, I don’t remember the date or time
I did not start with expectations or a plan, but here I am, reminiscing the isolation
Now, I decide after the memories have become distant, the rejections, of every season
I wanted to try at my pace, while taken through some eccentricities, without worried about arriving
Enjoying my idiosyncrasies, where my imaginations have taken me, taking me towards a space, pure isolation
I did not mind the unreasonable questions, detached from the growing otherism, I didn’t plan, but I continued
With my imaginations guiding me, sometimes long pauses of the overthinking mind
I cannot overburden myself, I have to breathe freely, but there have been times when it felt claustrophobic
Wondering, if the Earth lacks enough air or had insufficient space for me
Then, I had isolation, a gifted space, solace, my time attuned to the senses, understanding this eternal consciousness
-Amitav Chowdhury
It is a gift as is this wonderful contemplative reflection.
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