KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
the longevity, the search had
itself the thirst, affinity was
nothing than a short
term contract,
time's lash
hadn't
the sound, invisible blot remained
on the heart, prelude created
by your soulful eyes, wave
of emotion paused,
there wasn't
other way,
so,
the cession was the only medium,
accepted your dominance,
parochial choice and
question of
survival,
in the world of exchange, it wasn't
possible to walk on own
created path, hence
handshaking was
the science,
adopted
that,
victory or defeats, doesn't matter,
sometimes after winning,
losing the game has
a different charm,
the skills to
winning
the
hearts, the burning candle was the
only living example, it burnt
till the last breath, in the
remote of smoky
valley new
dreams
again knocked the door of sun - - -
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by - Jonas Gerard, Abstract Expressionism