আদরবাতি

গভির অসুখ
নিশীভেজা মন শুধূ ছুঁতে চায় আদরবাতির মুখ 

About time

A boy once told me he didn't have faith in love, he was too skeptical about the nature of being for a little boy, i knew a little girl back then who believed every single word he said. The girl hadn't seen the world yet, to her this boy was the wisest hermit she ever knew...Believers have a different fate altogether and this girl was a believer  personified...Then every little girl grows up one day to meet another inconsequential menace in which she finds serenity; and every little boy becomes a man to realize its never too late to start having faith and hope; they only add dimensions to our lives only to broaden the corners of our mind. I tried explaining my theory of god once to him and the arrogant teenager he was hushed all signs of believing instantly only to stumble in life and to get back on his feet again to find that one ray of hope in her and through her to connect to love, to the eternal power that i ever held sacred.
I see that boy now; that mystic light in his eyes fading away as if being cursed by some ominous grief; that ray is yet again fading away. But this time the boy has his soul tied to truth.....Lost boy i know one day you will find your home, your happy place, i wish you never had to fall just to learn how to hold on....Now you are a believer and wisdom will find you to enlighten your heart with contentment  again...Sweet boy in-case you ever wonder this is farewell from your once known friend....My love awaits my return and so i must...my heart is filled with her light....I wish you all the best...

P.S: I think i will paint,sing and write again and this time it will only be for the truth that rests in our hearts and runs through our arteries like life....to love...