POWER OF YOUR THOUGHTS

when time and space get too heavy on my nerves
and all of my knowledge goes steer-free
i look to a glimpse
of your being around

morning and eve hrs
i know you a too busy bee around
and me
i make busy my soul
heart and bullshit brain together
in your thoughts

my brain is too horrible
it says: i hope you are'nt 'bisham-pitamaha' -of 'mahabharta'

i look to my stale brain
i do ask it
you see even apples when stale - are too stinky to tolerate

and my brain retorts back
i have been to himachal pardesh (india) many a times

i again rebuff its way of annoying me
you know love
i know a better lot
you see
even your own beings
are too jealous of your love

i love seeing the people deep in jealous

my brain too stormy to react
and says
fools always make their own
castles
may be
in windy airs

source inspiration : neha c'. s space