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