Wherever the mind sets, does it rise above the rest
Journey is not about settling there, waiting for the sunrise
Resurgence from the East, a squint of light, teasing the little gaps between the curtains
Darkness retreats, somewhere, not judged by the prejudices
All that plodding along the conservative ways returns to a void
A circuitous path becomes a recurring theme in life, nothing yields anymore
Winter’s not yet arrived, but seeds have shriveled up, yesterday’s roots rot in heat
There are no real raconteurs, brief episodes of drama and crass humor
Everything feels so set, bound by the time, the prevailing moods
That tightness kills the real emotions, desires aren’t passionate
Look elsewhere, all that have set within, perceived to be experiences
Fallacies restrain the imaginations and creativity pushed from a precipice
Bleak moments of obscurantism, whatever labels, the spiteful moments arise
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 