Time flies.
Flies stretch its wings to the eternity.
Alas! Unable to hold back time.
Laments and laments!
The mellowed Sun...
Nips in the air---
On the sun-kissed lips, dreamy eyes,
flows desire.
Advent---
advent of winter creates
symphony, a silent symphony in the lazy afternoons,
on the shady paths of the musical heart,
a heart kept on long mute, a heart unanchored.
Cold, wine-dark soul warms up in the bonfire of memories,
memories enamoured,
bloom the orchids, bloom the daisies,
dance the willows in the winter breeze.
Evening mist, frosty eyes.
Lights dimmed; night amorous arrives.
Sky-lanterns slowly fly high
In the night sky,
swinging to and fro,
humming tunes from the distant stars
come and go
Hush! On the sleepy window panes
windfall, broken-heart---
gathers emptiness on its wings.
In the darkness of the night,
the lone flying albatross.
Debarati Bhattacharyya writes from Kolkata, India
