– Siddhartha Roy
Fallen drastically
It raises high – My spirit
Thrashed to ashes
Personifies again – my confidence
To stem the trend of utter silence
The pectoral sounds of your love stand by,
To reintroduce the habit of chirping
The painstaking efforts of your cuddling hover by.
Life is all the game of strokes
Strokes of light,
Strokes that groove you dull,
Strokes of race,
Strokes of hardships that tend to kill,
Springing up
Your palms care for me.
Spoilt to the depth
I resort to your remedy
There is definitely something
That lifts me up!
Now I recognize,
Your mere presence in me does all the magic,
My attitude – “Wake up Sid”
You drive me towards life!
