This book is a cluster of poems transpired by the whispers of a vision derived from a series of insights—sometimes crazily inspired by William Wordsworth, many a time minutely invoked by Ezra Pound. Life offers situations that are purely mystic—while in the midst of a freezing wrath, one may discover soul-saving songs from specs of sand, warm beneath the feet, there are times when honeymoon enterprises turn precarious. Interestingly, it is the latter that most of us get poignantly stuck to—the reason possibly being Melancholic notes—based on some form of a collective consciousness. In case of the former, maybe it is then when the wise, enlightened, brightest intellect metamorphoses into Wordsworth. While sunflowers are enchanting, albeit seldom seen, Shukla Bhattacharya's poetry sunnily reminisces, echoing a pleasing choreography of moral convictions. Get set with your casket; fetch the perennial power of a beaming solitude; soak into the therapeutic, fascinating warmth of worthy insights!