remains very thin streak, when
the inner eyes open, the life
flickers with a new skyline,
the night had its own
conditions some
bitter truth
often
remains under the dark mist, some - -
broken promise perhaps reshape,
and incomplete conversation
will re-emerge from the
depth of wakeful
eyes, amid
us still
exist
the hanging bridge, tho' weather has -
never soft favour, but the edges of
soul are stable in their axis,
nothing will change in
their annexure of
infinity, that's
the real
love's
beauty becomes day by day more - -
enduring!
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
