memories just, rust free,
the reality doesn't
wait for define,
when the
flower
is bloomed it has to fade, the
nature moves on its axis,
the whole day after
relentless firing,
it's time to
sink,
maybe the ripping sun or just
the next door man, every
thing needs some
moment's
pause,
so just wait for me till the rise
of new moon - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
