The picture of senses in my mind,
travel a long way, keeping worries behind.
you and i walk the lonely beach.
sea-shells crawl through our silence,
the river shore speaks.
Waiting has never ended the days to say good bye,
welcoming a drifter, a bohemian mind.
a secret note, courteous belong
you sang i wrote, the lyrics see me long.
there was a zest of madness pouring out,
love you still with me or without.
The morning dewdrop all so sane,
the clouds that gather, you be my rain.
touch of your silence blown
even when speeches lure around,
my every step is sorbed with
your every step enlightening the ground.
travel a long way, keeping worries behind.
you and i walk the lonely beach.
sea-shells crawl through our silence,
the river shore speaks.
Waiting has never ended the days to say good bye,
welcoming a drifter, a bohemian mind.
a secret note, courteous belong
you sang i wrote, the lyrics see me long.
there was a zest of madness pouring out,
love you still with me or without.
The morning dewdrop all so sane,
the clouds that gather, you be my rain.
touch of your silence blown
even when speeches lure around,
my every step is sorbed with
your every step enlightening the ground.
N.B:- Written by Sancheeta Biswas but moderated.

3 comments:
Makes me think in which stage of her life she had written this...
Lovely...:)
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