If not you have been still and thought about the primordial darkness
When thoughts were not born, only silence deep, divine stirrings of existence
Time was not segregated, but a flow through the meditative cosmos
Stays in our minds, deeper in the unexplored word, within, vast unknown
A struggle of existence, while the soul seeks in the wintry darkness
It is an existence, infinite cycles between polarities
Unexplainable breaths of life, a lifetime of uncomfortable dreams, in a chasm
Clusters of consciousness, needling moralities, unfortunately denying the self
Deception, a disguised existence, conflicting with the shadows
Unsolved emotions, memories elongated with time, aberrations of a parallel time
Unfulfilled seeking in the darkness while the beginning is enigmatic
-Amitav Chowdhury