memories with me,
nobody knows
where, the
evening
will be
under the shadow of
night, the life has
its own abacus
of moment,
ever in
the leisure you can -
calculate them
one by one,
but the
charm
of lost moments you
couldn't get back,
you can touch
them by
eyes
but, you can not feel
them, there will be
a fine streak
amid the
reality
and dream forever - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
