the midnight soliloquy
and the castle of hopes
with bricks of permutations,
combinations
built , rebuilt.
sea of imagination
cool , blue
the tidal fantasy marching ahead,
carefree
don’t know why
transitory white bubbles
die natural death !
retreating waves
cruising ahead to disseminate
the havoc of pain.
believe me
the crossroads of aching silences
will not be same again
for the cycle of impermanence
will replace gloom with glee ,
after few hours
with the new aurora
castle of hopes
this time will be built
on the as is where is basis
on the edifice of living in the present
than in past or future
and will be rebuilt
with the belief that
everything happens
for a reason !
Kamakhya
