Voice of Hearts

When in pain Those cynical stories on strings of time, Pricking on skin like sand so fine. Those distant moments and yet so mine, with broken spirits and loneliness shrine. When all that is worked for is down the drain, all that is left is the heart wrenching pain. Heart in a vice and world watching in disdain. And agents of chaos turns you insane. Find my shoulder for you to recline, I will lend you my ears for you to whine. Bring the colors for the dreams you design, and a sit at my table for you to dine. We will make another journey to ascertain, Make some sword with those iron of pain. Not to find those lost moments again, but to find pleasure and forget the pain. Dhrubjyoti

Trickling Thou flawless flow is envied by rivers, your flow has no turn no twitch. Bringer of hope and breaker of dreams, Oh time! Thou art a heartless bitch. Haven't been captured by greatest of minds, any wizard or famous witch. What you give is what you take away, Oh time! Thou art a heartless bitch. Prolonged in the moment of sorrow and shrinking at smiles you make the perfect switch. The love the hate, the misery the fate, Oh time! Thou art a heartless bitch. Dhrubjyoti .

Kalon A smile that brightens the new moon night, subtle and yet so divine. Like the petrichor in hot afternoon, and the lingering aroma of Bordeaux wine. That warms till extremities of a cold body, a place where peace is enshrine. The lazy bend of those full lips, where sillage of liberosis is crystalline. Wind toying with curls of hair, whispering the mysteries in verse. The night melting in the waves of hair, like the flawlessness of time in reverse. A mild hint of half-forgotten melody, with the flavors of life resperse. The vivacious flow of their rhythm, like the dance of the universe. With the shine of a million dusk in eyes, captivating the innocence of a child. Like flighty springs of hope, and flames of desire so wild.   Fernweh cast into their nature, with emotions so deep and yet so mild. I wish this was just another dream, I wish that reality wouldn’t have smiled.   Dhrubjyoti