Soul Melee 1

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self;
Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart
Vainful self once taking a back seat;
Though not for long
But the veracious sun does smile through
Minuscule though it may be to me;
Shallow to my ego it seems to be
Yet the soulful eyes, the fervent prayers have touched a chord
The song is slow yet the heart plays;
The beats felt by the sleeping soul,
Love comes slow,yet it lasts long;
To you that maybe true;
To me the truth of eyes is more meaningful.
Let the soul rejoice before the hands of the world stretch over me its veneer back.

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Vandana Singh

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all my works , old and new can be read on my page,vandana singh .i am a writer of children's books(pre teen age),a painter,medium of my work is oil on canvass. i have had three solo exhibitions.
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asoke kumar mitra

heart felt write.


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