Dreams after Waking up

Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations

Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness

Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered

In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond

Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour

It may either make the world look cleansed from greasy tinge of melancholia

Or, inundate the shallow crucibles of human foibles

Playing with imaginations, with apparitions off the murky puddles

Only thing that floats are the paper boats, of little scribbles of discontent in them

-Amitav Chowdhury

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