A pair of common eyes with uncommon vision,
Hope in mind to touch the untouchable sky.
Known its infinity, yet the conquering ecstasy beckons often,
Who knows the fulfillment? By motive force or an imaginative fly?
Like floating white clouds in the unending blue sky,
My aimless sketching plays on the canvas of mesmeric emotion.
An unutterable joy or sensational pain at heart to meet her first,
Cherished in mind for long with unleashed jubilation.
Days counting with craziness for long waiting Durga puja
By an innocent child drawing serial lines with inscriptions
Sometimes passing days seem to be unending years,
Again vivid expectation for its arrival always ignites aspiration.
Arousing similar desire in two minds irrespective of ages,
An indomitable desire, the desire for absorbing oneself in confluence.
‘Expectation is sweeter than execution’-known to all,
So love we get in counting for the expected moment forgetting consequence.
01.11.08
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