Upon Whom It Rests

Could not entrust you with my trust in the elongated spectrum of reality

Things are not what they appear to be, but every day, trust is designed by an insincere vision

My emotions are protected, still fighting the projections; boundaries helped me to remain sane

While the talkative world drowns me with drivel in the wake of an unrestrained time

Who are those trying to pry, the uncontrollable urge of those sinister beings thriving on voyeuristic pleasures

Temerity of the unruly, proud imbeciles, without morality and distorted ambitions

Depths I try to find, to bury my real emotions, before I can rest upon eternity

-Amitav Chowdhury