And the colours.
Huge beauty
With rhythm
In cyclic time.
Sensibility is life,
And it touches Eternity.
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Love, O my love
Are you here?Come,please comeFor you I amWith my original features.In you I amThe lone dweller.I am the inwardTraveller with auspiciousVerse and structure.With my emptiness, seeMy concept is clear.I do agreeI am your rhythm andIn your favour.
In grief
From the truth.I seeLife expandedTo falsehood,And not good.And the truth hasIts own internal potencyTo cover up falsehood.And life dazzledAt sunset and night.And the truth appearedFor all as the beacon of happiness.
A leaf, a flower,
I am ready toAccept my dear,Worry not,Whatever you likePlease offer.With you,If nothing isAlso there,No matter.Just give meYour mind,That’s enough.
You exist in me
We are hereWith valueWith all good.And we knowCraving forWorldly objects –No value.And yet we do.Our understandingFailed somewhereAnd we both separatedWith all emptiness.
ବହୁତ ଦିନରୁ
ତିନିକୋଣିଆ ଛକ।ବହୁତ ଦିନରୁଗଲାଣି ହଜିଚିଠି ସହିତ ଠିକଣା।ଥଣ୍ଡା ହେଉ କି ଗରମସବୁଠୁ ଆଗରେ ପ୍ରେମ।ପାଣି ଆଉ ପବନ ଉଭୟେଜୀବନ ପାଇଁ ଏବେ ଭୁଲିସବୁ ସବୁ ସଂକ୍ରମଣ ।ସୂଚନା ଅନୁଯାୟୀପଂଜିକରଣ ଜରୁରୀଦୂରେଇଦେବାକୁ ମହାମାରୀ ।ଅତ୍ୟାବଶ୍ୟକ ହେଉଛିଘର ଭିତରେ ରହିବାକ୍ୱାରେନଟାଇନରେ।
Is my wife
With me today?Is my wife agreesWith the view-Without the husbandThe wife isLike a dead body?Is my wifeIndependent?Is it true-Independence meansMiserable life?What is destiny?Is there not anyoneTo change destiny?But is it wife withThe destination of the earth?I know notWho is where,But I know my wifeWho is a stone?And my wife knowsWhere she is going.