turning point of memory
lane, believe me,
you're still
exist
in
my feelings as usual as a form
of pre-monsoon clouds,
emerging gradually
in my dormant
emotions,
though
blue
hills are in the faraway southern
end, but your mystic affinity
has damped my persona
deeper and deeper,
emotion want
to fly in
the
mist of mysterious land of your -
love, my soul desires to get
liberation from all the
delusion of this
elusive world,
though I
know,
this isn't so easy path for the - -
endless journey - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
