Voice of Hearts

Somewhere in the woods of life, in the trail seldom explored, Between the mountains of lost love and abyss of despair. Of selfish desires and spiteful affair, Dwells a soul with a glint of hope and some love to spare. Existing somewhere between living and breathing, Reflecting and refracting beams and yet rarely soothing. Smiles that catches the eyes and still so misleading. A tale of muted lips and soul screaming. A ledger of all that was gambled but not all lost, Those specs of wisdom at broken heart’s cost, Sublimed those misfortune in the moments so soft, Transcending echoes in the hark of night, From the brink of insanity to freedom delight, Answering to those calls of eternal light.  Dhrubjyoti

Existing (You) Ripples they make travelling to eternity, Into reverberating lights and into uncertainty, A moment cusped into this universe, Or this universe captured into the infinity. The moments that slows into crystalline glow, In the waves and curves of their flow, Depth of the night sky dense as indigo, Like the shimmering taste of wine from Breaux. My limited eyes that knows but none, A burning desire to be the one. Living like a blink in just an eon, Existing, in the yesterday that has gone. Dhrubjyoti