Life Is Too Subtle To Grasp

Life is too subtle to grasp Mind stops working quite a few days, Rays or waves stop passing, A deep gamut of unknown pain, A deep sense of waste, Life is restless. Like a bubble of reflecting light, Like a cloud of smoke without sunshine, Like darkness that nurtures twilight, A far-fetched call doth seem to appear, The call of no one who seems to me the dearest one. Childhood memories are the sweetest clouds that float, giving me Joy and the deepest sorrow, How deeply do I wish to relive the past! How deeply do I feel the love of living in sheer crisis of heart! How sweetly do I move to that which is not in order! Life is a falling ice that melts forever. @prabir gayen; 30 August,2020,11: 25 AM.