Turning away from the haste, the hate, stopping the clocks and becoming impervious to the ridicule
Claiming my space, sanctity of darkness, when I longer fear the silence, for midnight calls with a different tune
What I wasted in the rush, my dreams became a blur, I could not recognize the environment
Tiring to wake up to the noise, misdirecred by the massive push towards a shifting reality
Stories changed, altered and disguised, most of them unholy fables, weakened my essence
Unnatural weather, the heavy breaths of a tired world, unaware of the consequences, devolved consciousness emitting slanderous cliches
Acquiring silence, a space to reconnect with nature, a world that is ready to shift me to another dimension
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 