Wondering if I dwelled too long in scattered spaces where memories were in a disheveled state
Unsettled conversations, trying to keep pace with stopped clocks
Revisiting those places, uninvited, in a stupor, an unfulfilled desire luring me often
I failed to differentiate between the altered memories, but faint hopes still tormented my dormant mind
Here, in the present, I have the time to rethink, the liberty to be a proverbial poet during unpoetic and unpredictable times
Time cheated me of my sanity, my emotions; hence, I was delusional, trying to elaborate my presence between the past and present
Sometimes, it was an unhealthy obsession with unhealed memories- they rushed through me like a disturbed stream
Not all imaginations and images are desirable, especially when trying to defy the truth, the reality of my existence
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 