I knew, that you can't buoy the
mysterious window
soul, it's floated away
with the
irrefragable speed, your love
remained as forlorn
obscure edge,
far- off !
innumerable vortex, below the
surface didn't stop the
transit of that
unseen
traveler, quits the fascination
with complete tolerance ;
you've everything,
sweet memory,
body odor,
touch
of affinity, limitless indulgence !
satiated expectations,
still, why you're
gloomy, it's
matter
of self churning, if possible, re -
consider whom you loved
too much, yourself
or the invisible
passenger,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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