Radio Silence

Not even a whistle as the wind blows through the idleness

Shadows have been playful, they play hide n seek

Not really a daydream, but a slice of another reality

Within, everything is quiet, now less curious about tomorrow

It comes...wish, silence was more meaningful

Quaint reflections, only glimpses, nothing substantial

Nothingness being amplified, but consciousness is enjoying a recess

Worried about those stories- they may vanish without a trace

Storyteller's fear is real, until one can find a language to improve silence

The disconnect is unreal, stories suffer anonymously, emotions pile up

Sometimes the world becomes unrecognizable, unreasonable

-Amitav Chowdhury