Sunday, February 7, 2010


Free yourself to this whirling world-
where dreams of debacle unite to fight,-
the thoughts of thunder and ploys of plight,
and value the valour of dying soldiers.
Where incident rays superpose to create,-
A field of ferocity of fighting spirits,
inducing a force beyond the limits.
Where drops of desire coalesce to form-
A void of lust without a fear;
Where we win the game without a fistfight.
Through the darkest hollow of humble affairs,
Where leaves are turned out of a book,-
A book of blessings showered on a brook-
with streams of laughter,screams of joy.
And both of us inching toward a point,
A point where parameters merge to find,-
An end of the battle of intersecting lines;
An end of the battle of invariant variables!


Sayandeep Kundu said...

now that our thoughts have started to converge, i find no harm in borrowing my sister's thoughts to write this small piece of poetry...

Sayandeep Kundu said...

i try to show myself the ode to reach the confluence.

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

The confluence shows....good work done...convergence is a basic reality...a basic truth....

zephyr said...

thought provoking..

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