The Endless Aura

The scent of Shiuli was then still lingering under his nose unless the smell of autumn petrichor release its heaven sent sweetness with few drops of dew falling upon his dark lashes and lips sailing out his heart to peak of romanticizing hills provoking his conscious heart though mind couldn't delete its yesterdays injuries yet reciprocate its agonies flowing through weak arteries into his arthritic fingers that wrote some lines ...

"Ami chini go chini tomare o go bideshini...."

 A half hearted yet a beautiful personality walk along the corridors leaving his quill soaked in ink thinking of his journey from age of eight till now and smiled a bit and continue gazing at the broad skylines with luminous newborn and some faded stars p

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artially clouded. The grasses were standing there rain soaked glistening unlike pearl waiting to hear poems of finest imagery. English verses crafting bit of sobs and giggles. And Bengali verses on the tip of his heart holding metaphors for emotions. The painful waiting love tale of subhashini or the never ending goodbyes of little mini to her dearest friend kabuliwala from kabul and silent tears of phatik echoes through years and yards to till the earth's end. No more poetries the poetry itself said, the whispering gale rattled pound on roofs . His heart had unhindered watch to the arrival of peonies

welcome tears prove inward sorrows claim freedom and his ink wrote..........

Iti tomader kobiguru rabindranath