sometimes heart desires to get lost,
in your, beautiful world of dream
often life feels undulation,
and searches the
silent edge,
though,
the realism of flaming path is painful but
that's the secret of survival, without
reason the life becomes the
savourless, between
the light and
darkness,
an unwritten tacit or just a speechless - -
compromise, sometimes, in life it's
necessary to unstitch the old
weaved dream, otherwise
persona becomes
just a dried
bouquet.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
in the mystic dream
