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.
