Monday, 23 December 2013

ON THE TIP OF SWORD - -

after every night the morning is definite, 
do not look me with perplexity,
I already told you, in past 
days, I'll again 
emerge
from 
the depth of dense darkness, promise 
or challenge, whatever was that, 
but I've handle myself, the 
shaded part of life 
gradually now
becoming
grey, 
maybe, you've to recalculate my value 
in your eyes, defeat and victory 
are the phase of life, the 
game of tail and 
head remains
in the 
bounce of destiny, alike shore shifting 
river of delta, your attitude will 
create a vast jejune in 
your heart, you're 
still immature
in love, 
before falling into the abysmal depth of 
ocean, try to convert yourself first, 
as a struggling wild stream,
it's not so easy to 
devote the 
life - - 
on the ablaze altar of true love - - - - - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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