Oh Devil- You Are My Complication Poem by Somnath DasGupta

Listen, can you listen 
There is an uprising tension, playing with the leaves 
We often forget to mention
The sound of twigs which often loses its motion.

We are surrounded with such emotions and objects so peculiar
They were not to be imagined and trusted,  
all around, tantalizing my senses, tickling my thoughts 
We leave the matter, just to leave the sense being so complicated.
It's a emotion unlike anything I've ever seen
Lets name it complicated
It’s a friend that I hate talking 
lets do something more interesting and leave it to the word of complicated
again there is a friend, who I truly love or like 
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream
But you must believe when I tell you this
It's as real as my emotions in my beautiful eyes and it does exist
Here, let me show you
This is a thing called being uninterested or complicated 
The whole thing starts with a thought
of you DEVIL
oh thee my friend is devil