across the curtain uncountable, I can
art by DAVE GOLDMAN
recognize you, it's difficult to
hide the face, which is
embedded into
inner depth,
that
diversion has its own importance, - -
where once we met, that's may
be coincidence, but that
event made in the
life, some
change
on phenomenal way, the exceptional
rainy night, soaked not only the
external world, it slathered
entire persona, the
spirit became
the victim
of a
live mirage, since then the restless - -
roc, moves behind your love !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
Your real emotion makes your poem more real, a live and beautiful. I never thought some one was so powerful could change your life phenomenally. You got beautiful blog from that event. What does she got Shantanu? I'm sure she got nothing but a dream or a shadow that keeping haunted her everyday. That all she got, you are not the victim, she is the one who you won't let go and keep her living in s dream for ever. Hope some day some one can get her out of it. Because she doesn't know your real purpose beside your beautiful blog. May that your only purpose. If you love some one you have to make it become realality . Unless you don't want it, you can't keep her as your prisoner for ever !!
ReplyDeletethat's great comment so far, I read it so many times, and became speechless - - - I haven't words in this moment for reply, but somewhere you've touched my conscience, you know in life many questions remain unanswered, buried in the chest - - and that's life - - love and regards dear with respect
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