Experiments with unsteady reality, in it but not without
Exposed soul gets spasms, an oft repeated journey through some diabolical tunnel
Primeval spirits still unawakened at this hour of vulnerability and grave insouciance
Challenging each other to get entangled into a dystopian pattern
Those who slow down or lack the passion to indulge in fornicate with untamed delusions
Social pariahs, “aren’t their conditions mentioned in bold, in psychological analysis”
Who can foretell the ways to save the naked emotions of a world abandoned by love
Life isn’t green, truths aren’t crunchy and healthy, vagaries of seasons are scarier
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 