some aspires had no murals, in
wink collapses the house
of playing - cards, tho'
I've kept, your
precious
love
in my chest, but who knows the wind
of seasonal change, just now it
was around us, just now
it disappeared with
beduin clouds !
indeed, it's
hard
to keep alive the promise, sometimes
condition forces to accept the
undesired situation and
we have no choice,
from every end
of dream,
there's
existed an origin point of reality and - -
that pulls us towards the unseen
bliss, only required the instinct
of emergence, alike the
moon shrouded
with rain
clouds.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
