The silent night is wordless
The desires seem to be dry weeds
Scattered but ordered in the desert
Mesmerizing memories as if
Million stars drenched in dew
These fire flies in the dark night as if
Ocean of shimmering hopes in loneliness
Are also deceitful elements
Will desert me alone in layers upon layers
Of darkness leaving there thousands cracks
Willing I am not to go to the brook
Other side will bring hopeless hopes at sight
Sitting I am so on the sand of ocean
These five sensors of my body
Will remain as peaces of art of nature
The journey of life will soon
Come to an end with my
Last kiss to the coffin of my love
Where my desires will sleep beautifully
In great art of time but I’ll not regret
The desires seem to be dry weeds
Scattered but ordered in the desert
Mesmerizing memories as if
Million stars drenched in dew
These fire flies in the dark night as if
Ocean of shimmering hopes in loneliness
Are also deceitful elements
Will desert me alone in layers upon layers
Of darkness leaving there thousands cracks
Willing I am not to go to the brook
Other side will bring hopeless hopes at sight
Sitting I am so on the sand of ocean
These five sensors of my body
Will remain as peaces of art of nature
The journey of life will soon
Come to an end with my
Last kiss to the coffin of my love
Where my desires will sleep beautifully
In great art of time but I’ll not regret
Andis
Kolkata
September, 2009
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