maybe life has its own compulsions,
art by Miki
immeasurable agony, injured
emotion, blister full foot,
deepening dark,
nevertheless,
the hope
never dies, it emerges again and -
again from the tip of broken
breathing web, to get
the rebirth blob,
the unseen
potential
always remains latent in the womb -
of time, somewhere, life looks
across the window glass
a realizing corner
of dream,
some
multicolored clouds floats above the
skyline, a feeling of salve or a
cognition of your implicit
love develops the
strong desire
to live !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
