Countless droplets dripping from the oceanic pairs Unitary hands of clocks stare the elflocks in hairs Eighth autumn assembled in collar buttons of August Limit unbeatable ray to touch a skin melted and frozen in unseen layers
Alike the engima of old English , extinct without being alleged Glimpse drowned and dusted in dust of time as an art ledged Flowers grew in mud of delta of beating the bottom , scent left edged Dancing drizzles with its troop dreaming cosy lap , gets dumped then dazed .
The dream like a lie, The memories of meeting you, I will still wait for you here, I can't move because my heart flutters, Why I can't say a word, When you look at me, although there are so many things I want to say.
The moment you turn around, Why does it feel so remote to me? I have nothing but you, Even if I can't go to you Or hug you or cry by myself, I'm okay, I will always watch over you, I will dream of you.
In India, from tomorrow the 9 days of Navaratri are beginning. It's a festival to celebrate the power of Shakti, one can say Supreme Mother. And for the Bengalis today is Mahalaya that technically announces the journey of Ma Durga's journey from her celestial abode to Earth to bless her Earth children. For me personally, autumn starts today. The sun, breeze, and everything around has changed.
And I hope everything changes for you all for the better. Wishing you a very very happy time ahead,. irrespective of our faith and citizenship. Thank you for all the love. Happy reading.
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