ON THAT SUPREME POINT

the small incident of that night

has changed, beautifully the

world of sentiment, how

much the dense clouds

had melted on the

surface of crate,

it wasn’t the

aspect to

think,

in fact the barbed wires were

found twisted, the captive

desires had grown the

wings, and vanished

into the darkness

of moonless

night,

emancipation from the illusive

world is not a child’s game,

sometimes the entire

life passes empty

hands while

many

times the affinity of stranger face

looks more familiar, as the

affection of infinite era,

little digging was

enough for the

quench,

though somebody dug the saline

lake with massive way, but

life remained thirsty

forever, it’s the

question of

devotion,

that

you couldn’t find the shape of

mystic lover in the granite

statue, after prolong

adoration, I found

that absolute

truth in the

face of

you,

here my perception reaches to the

extreme point of soul , you

can name it any, but

realism is the only

true love.

• SHANTANU SANYAL
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