Disorientation
The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes, except for change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
in its disorientation I discover the dormant flute of feelings,
play the tune of ecstasy with the music of memory.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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