DRIED LEAF

today i was busy with my friends at lunch hrs
my defence canteen cum mess was tuned to an old melody:
it meant something like this
" i've sent you my love
dried flowers in a book
but it's more live to what you can visualize
it speaks of my heart
the depth of which: you may ignore to visualize"

-my friends know that i simply hate old songs

-but this time
the diff fetched their surprize

-i simply rebuffed
you see
change is the nerve centre of Nature

-they smiled with a disbelief and disgust
but i knew: a lot was yet to be said:
probably my heart takes light years to come off

-i often wonder
if love is that beautiful
or that magnetic

-i know
its bubbles
like at a long and slow rainy day

-but my heart gets provoked at unsavoury remarks of my brain
it just said: fools never realize that they are indeed fool

source inspire: neha c'.s space, mallika, kan, shipra, aish, pu chd