Curves of Darkness

Darkness does not feel repetitive...dull morning, detached

Days, like addiction, influence the course of life

Some force dents the vague boundaries

Blunt words kill emotions; yet, passions uncontrolled spurs life

Seeds of discontent, wild desires tamed transform within

Arrested between the roots and their sinister wayward ways

Today, if I ask someone, "what's life?", I find myself mired in minority complex

There are no truthful replies, various modifications of lies

Damned pleasures of the bodies entwined like sleeping shadows

-Amitav Chowdhury

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