Thinking is a Journey

Can't think of the metaphors, now those images are blurry

Seeking an opinion on time, a paradox that I can explore alone

In line, but the stars are not aligned yet

Sky looks mysterious through the camouflaged scenery

I feel even smaller now,for now, the amplified consciousness is asleep

Insignificant corner- where the orb is positioned as energy spirals out like fireworks

Waiting for pure darkness where I cannot hide, but dare to reveal myself

As few flowers bloom at night... waiting for that rare sighting

Only possible in eternal realms where truth does not destroy the primordial

All these branches will wither soon, opinions like rotten fruits scattered

-Amitav Chowdhury


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