To whom should I ask for truth br Quest has its own array of dissolution br change seems to be art of nature br as time changes from dawn to dusk br br mystic shadow reasons to reason myth br to whom should we ask the reeling truth br love lies hidden under unreachable quest br cloud seems to riffle in deep darkness br br soul swells by love’s whispers br even deep wounds heals up by resilience br passion finds its room of own rhythm eclectic br heart intones by blue from heaven br br secrets of sweetness oozes from within br mist of rain sizzles across veil of desire br own ness loses its strength of innocence br sacredness overlays allusion by deferring br night seems to redeem being enlightened br br summer yet follows winter by cycle br skin knows reeks of change by age br dusk happens to happen inevitable by mystery br don’t ask me, I may not tell you truthbr br Dr subhendu karbr br