Sacroelements

Was that a tinge of love or just a yield of patience, or maybe luck by chance, had I done something good or am simply overpaid? Today she didn’t spoke a single fire but warm water, as soothing as evening shower. I didn’t know how to respond, how to deal with that pity shit, but something known could be spotted on her eyes. Will that lead to something or will that get to the same dingy cell from where it originated? You probably can’t get back to square one, probably those roses will still have the forks pinching you, or maybe someday I’ll be able to design a forkless rose. The choice of the pathway is left to me, unresolved and untraveled.Yes, sooner or later I’ll conquer that very road. 18 o ct 2016 Jayishnu Roy (Sacroelements)

Dear Pa, "Thank you Pa, For standing by me when I was hit, Healing me again, bit by bit, For forgiving me a thousand times, For I later realized my crimes. To let the breeze blow in my backyard, To pull my head away from reck, For all hustle bustle and fights, Forcing me to try rights. To linger around me in that open sea, To trust me when all about were doubting me, I thank you to accept my every bit, A little kid unknowing where to fit. Because a part of my soul lies with you, And in my bagpack I can spot ur part too, But don't worry, I would take the best care of it, As I did since my birth."  -  Jayishnu