Wednesday, 23 April 2014

BENEATH THE CHEST - -

some pristine memories, - 
throughout the ages, 
did not allow me 
to weep, just
existed,
imprinted in the entablature
of the chest, in the depth 
of darkness it 
grown with 
some 
rare unforgettable wounds, -
the time couldn't erase 
it, in the eyes of 
missing soul
it became
the -
precious gem with invisible 
glare, your love, never 
released me from 
the infinite 
desire 
of -
everlasting attachment, just
existed in the depth of 
inner cognition !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



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