On the Pilgrimage of Marginal Dreams

On the pilgrimage of marginal dreams (Niladri says) The way exploring to the deep Is not an aimless , nomadic way. There is a course defined, aiming To reach the destination. When the source of the waterfall opens up, No one can hold it back Likewise None can suppress this inner yearning Something then bound to happen in this Uncertain eventful life! When the golden ray of sunlight touches your hair I feel the urge to live to the fullest, I yearn to inhale deeply in your hair. I wish, I could live the rest of my days with these simple wishes I fancy to live , where death did not threaten the life, knocking at the door Where life is still fluent, still eloquent like the course of a running brook.