Anirban's

Time is set,it moves and it sings.It cries in silence in hopes to be heard.Darkness settles around our dreams with nothing but good intention.It is only misunderstood as ominous because we can’t see through its shield.Impending away the unnecessary the darkness fights to actually show us what is important as we lie awake in the depths of our dreams;conserving us from the distractions we all tend to give our focus. I see you standing there in a doorway reaching out to anything you can get your grasp on,waving, flailing,trying your hardest to not fall in the abyss of the unknown and the too good to be true.I then see all things being projected toward you, hurrying and fleeing to your side to save you now.The darkness begins to envelop my surroundings as far as the eye can see, growing stronger more full of nothing and seeming more ominous. I fight to stead my focus only to you,enhancing my speed of the walk trying to still remain calm through my thundering heart.Everything was shooting t...

I broaden my mind and I open my heart,lengthen my vision and thoughts spirited with great noble sublime not easily injured.Even, I never feeling hurt though the scrape of wounds gaping,ready to welcome and greeting its presence,kept patience in sufferings though it felt so I was invincibly in pains,a great lesson to my soul to welcome a bitterness as a stranger into my life for it makes me stronger patience,is the power of a soul the power to accept and to let it go.Though it beyond expectations for I know,patience brought me to a hope that could lighten, and lessen the heavy burden of my soul ... loaded on my shoulders in patience dwelled an unseen forces in faith in regaining the more power to move on, to break the great wall,patient is like a great barrier reef that rigidly stand, in boldness to tame the raging-roaring seas there is a readiness of a soul with full of awareness to quell.The violence storms!Soon,afterwards it will be gradually abated.

Sunbeam relinquished from the anarchy beneath,the inexorable tide of paradise pulls final radiance of strolling light inhaled from the abysses,the tidal puddles,the reedy-thronged rivulets of humanness.An anchorite wraps the taciturnity of twilight around him,loiters with the stillness of a blue ocean as dusk reminisces the steeds of light to return home from the hamlet in the valley below him. The last of the herd, jolted skyward by the penumbra arising from silent doorways  and still hollows, nonchalantly clambers the chasms of the ravine wall,to stand for a bit on the shoulder of the mountain flickering their manes of radiance before ceasing into the flutter of the horizon.Upon the shoulder of the mountain, the muted beholder halts, quiescent as the desolation of the ambit girdered betwixt the canaans aloft and the pandemonium of the suzerainty ruled by the aubade.He waits for the burden of dark piercing with indiscernible gratification that even now it creeps along the bouleva...

The rivulet ascents colossal as the ocean,the planetoid piles out resplendent with the river's emanation.She pursues the rolling ripples for thousand and thousand li,and where the river fluxes,there inundates her flame.The runlet flatuates in the vicinity of the ambrosial holm where the blossoming flowers in her fluorescent all look like rime frost. You are impotent to impart her gleams from frigid snow in the air,nor from ivory sand upon Farewell Beach beneath.No mote has un glued the aqua harmonizing with the skies;a forlorn ratchet like moon shimmers fulgent beyond.Who by the riverbank foremost gawked the moon's ascendency?What is the rigorous occasion of moon's first descry of hominid by river shore? Propagations have materialized and succumbed;from year by year the moon is indistinguishable,aged and idiosyncratic. It's utmost obscure for whom does she suffuse her gleam in this murky night. Beyond the horizon,the nomad is skirring his pinnace tonight to somewhere.T...

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