Voice of Hearts

LIFE-THE BEAUTY The spotlight of life brings about the changes, A vista of beauty and facts. Something like chilling down the spine, A mixture of ugly and beautiful acts. I take the life as it comes to me, And yet there is so much to gain and lose. A story of rat race is to be written, And no one knows it is whose. An untold story of rusted facts, It can penetrate your eyes it is so fine. And all I know today is that, I lost my rhythm,my rhythm divine. Dhrubjyoti

THE WORLD BY MY EYE Walking down the memory lane, Harnessing the horse of time. Feeling the moments I have lived, Creating the rhythm divine. The drops of blood that wrote my destiny, The moments designing my destination. doing no one has done before, creating my unique recognization. Admiring the beauty around me, And always known it wasn't for me. The mirage is what was shown and seen, And still I give my life for thee. My heart doesn't know,what my tongue has spoken, I live a life again and again. The wind blowing straight to my face, I see coming wind of change. Dhrubjyoti

SAID-BUT NEVER HEARD SOME FRAGMENTS SUBLIMED IN WORDS UNTOLD, SOME DISSOLVED IN THIS RACING TIME. SO MUCH OF EUPHORIA AND SUCH ESCASTIC, AS IF IT WAS DRENCHED IN THE BEST WINE. THE WORDS WERE SAID AND FORGOTTEN, LEAVING THERE TRACES ON THE SAND OF TIME. THOU SAY THAT LIFE MOVES ON, AND I SAY THAT EVEN IT STANDS WITH TIME. THEY HURT, THEY KILL AND STILL THEY EXIST, SOME WHERE IN THE MIST OF MEMORIES. NEVER REMEMBERED YET NEVER FORGOTTEN, BECAUSE THEY GIVE THE BEST THEORIES. LATER SOMEWHERE NEAR THE GRAVE, WE ASK OURSELF WHY? THE PICTURE DRIFT NEAR US, AND SITE SO INVISIBLE TO OUR EYES. THE WORDS WERE SAID WHEN SOUL WAS FREE, TO CROSS THE FALSE BOUNDERIES OF LIFE. WE STAND AND WATCH WHEN THEY ARE STOPPED, AND STILL WE NEVER LIVE OUR LIFE. MAY BE I AM NOT BUILD FOR THIS WORLD, MAY BE THE WORLD IS NOT MADE FOR ME. STILL I LIVE AND STILL I LAUGH, WHEN MY THOSE WORDS ARE DISSOLVED IN THE SEA. ...