Tuesday 10 June 2014

THE RUSTED ECHOES - -

that person, who loved me endlessly,
did not take long to change the
color, it's really hard to 
predict, mystery
of season 
and 
floating valley of mist, but that person  
didn't sleep a moment, after 
breaking the delicate 
bridge of feeling, 
I know, the 
remorse
can't
alter the invisible crack of glass, the -
time never waits for anybody,
remains only before eyes 
some empty vases
and dry flowers,
rusted 
echoes, and disorganized realization.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
empty vase