Still, It’s Still not Enough

Crawling time develops thousands of feet, towards wilderness

Thinking of arriving at freedom, from all pain and misbeliefs

A lonely existence amongst a crowd infusing interpretations, meddling with the consciousness

Illusions aren’t enough, contradictions are like the Lernean Hydra 

Slow progress of time through a tunnel misguided, without a beginning and end

Coexistence with misappropriated truths boldly etched on a fragile surface

Everything seems to be still but the relentless stirrings of uneasiness weakens the soul

-Amitav Chowdhury