Monday, 20 August 2012


maybe you've thought, that without you -
the life is stranded, that's myth, in
each step I've learnt the recoup,
it's natural, time heals all the
wounds, your love isn't
my destination, it 
has limited 
my dream has pervasive colors, desires
to contain whole the universe in the
heart, though it's the creation 
of delicate fibrous feeling,
but it joins easily to 
everybody, the 
sapour isn't
an aim !
dream would be fructify on that particular
night, when everyone will feel the 
pleasure of intrepidity, out of
any faith or philosophy,
a mass emotion of
humanity - - - 

painting by  Carol Keene