Silent hysteria of seasons, celebration of being away from everything
Every day might feel similar, unaware, the leap is beyond the mundane
Insignificant pulsations birth another dimension of life
One cannot reason out of the world, some insanity is absolute bliss
Prosaic images stretch themselves through a tunnel of time
Imaginations framed, the colors might be missing, or run out of borders
Mismatched dreams harasses the dreamer...it's confusing to detail the chaos
Listening to the earth revives the soul, desires awaken
Euphoric loneliness, nothingness never feels dramatic or too loud
Leaning towards absurdity, a life experiences the seasons with another consciousness
-Amitav Chowdhury
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