Friday, 13 March 2015

THE DEPTH OF SOUL - -

A voice from afar, at midnight,
alike the fellow traveler of
tramp fragrance, the
love, which
moves
in its way, crossing to all the
men made boundaries,
beyond physical
appearances
realism of
true
love, exists somewhere amid
the body and soul, that
eternal realization
has the infinite
redolent
feel,
have you felt that ever, if not
then, you haven't live
the life with inner
bliss, just
floated
on the flow of time in vain - -
the extreme ecstasy
remains in the
depth of
souls,
beyond all feature, colors or
men created ethical
labyrinth !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

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