On the deserted land, barren and shamed, hoping for the return of pulsation
Ears on the ground sometimes, looking East, days collapse on the West’s tired cradle
Hopeful of the night, fewer stars, a confused and tired soul wishes a clearer sky
Dense consciousness, lonelier stillness, closed eyes and prayers in the heart
Waiting to reconnect, retrace the paths forgotten over time, historical blunders
Passages emptied of time, filled with deft illusions and incredulous moments
If the dusty paths can settle again, show the past, return of the erased times
Thirsty eras now gasp for signs, a few drops of consciousness stirs the soul
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 