SURVIVAL IN THE STORMS

Sometimes; come out from the

the dream sequence, the realism
of life has beauty too, the
blossom amongst the
spines are also the
reality, the
hydrous
eyes aren’t the only sign of the
sorrow, in the contentment
occasionally; overflows
the teardrops, on
the edge of
sky, a
line of flickering isn’t the signal
of ending night, whatever
condition applied the
time; in each twist
having the many
possibility;
that
turning point; where life had lost
the source of fragrance, from
the same juncture, a new
whorl opens the petals,
life gets the path
unexpected,
far away
the
destination calls continuously; it’s
again the inauguration of new
mission, the challenge has
its own glamour, there
wouldn’t be a thrill,
if each thing
would be
in the
doorstep, endeavor to touch the
the sky fills the colors in life,
between the dream
and your love, I
find out
the
meaning of survival in the storms!

    SHANTANU SANYAL

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  artist Eugene Garin