Widow of awe – mild-tempered but courageous
let no one put them apart

Extend far beyond the black mirror fallen asleep
Then you’re impatient with dead conversation

One day in poetry
And perhaps one day we’ll be able to tackle !
Some unrevealed

Turn and look, ye! the tombstone of the city
I’ll be

Then we descended from anticipation
Copulation of length ,

Per diem death swallowed up from the earth
Construct a segment ending at this point

Distress is not devoid of warmth and feeling’s
It has been accomplished

©Ujjwal Roy

We are awestruck by the diversity of creation
In some deciduous misconception,

Last night with Macbeth
contrast between truth Flashes up in the Darkness
Hoofing down for

The upturned to spanned the Soaring soot
Inwardly flock of
Reflection passes, resentment passes
She finds out that

If comparisons are inevitable
I’ll let me know
Be carious to us persistently

Relinquish is a unfathomable Complexities of Life

©Ujjwal Roy

After the thunder the heavens made a noise so great and horrible that I thought the last day had come;
So I reined in for a moment, while a shower of hail began to fall without a drop of water. . . .

Death thereby loses its mystery ,
if we look into a mirror from an angle, we might see the image of someone else.

You can visualize the surging waters splitting apart

From the perspective of love…….

©Ujjwal Roy

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton