The Wait

What’s pride, but reflections deflected from distracted eyes In such transient glory, there is less than handful time to waste All those woven vanities drape the body in scintillating gown Rarely they stay for long and dragged by the greedy hands Glory of acquaintances fade away from the eyes Wait for acceptance from the soul, to cradle each word into eternity ~Amitav Advertisements Continue reading The Wait


How original is original, depends on perspectives It is not satiating to the eyes if they are not uniquely unique Does their freshness really have some newly-born fragrance The essence of pure from the immaculate soul of universe Passing the energies through the strainer for eternal potency That’s how original could be if the desires are honest ~Amitav Continue reading Original