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i was just crossing my way to the usual metro way
my inflouresence tree stood as silent as it use to be on other days
may be looking for the springs
to come with diff winds
for a new start
but i did notice
a change at my heart
this was a more silent and complaicent nerves prevailing all thro' where i happen to be
a bit lett ruffled at the new found change i stopped for a nano second: looked around its twigs: it were as fresh as ever but waiting for the change: whether its all there afterall : i was not sure: had a glance at the roots' environs: may be sand dwellers have found their Tazmahals around its barky stem: it did not say at its looks as the exteriors have a lost sense psyche by this time
i looked at my watch: it was 6.dot at the evening
sun shaded like me to come for the next innings
my heart probably knew the changes
but it failed to come with its usual effervecent talks
but i did feel happy at the moods
as, usually it puts knotty querry to negotiate
at the start itself
i took my steps
but remember
whether a change is there
for the next
or is it
just the nano tech of my inner half
to be contd. 
i was standing at a market junction this late evening
the fair lady for whom i was supposed to wait
too busy at her choicest things
may be she was tossing the ideas
what is best fit for the best money
i was too complaicent
with my time and environs
thro' the memory lanes
my heart looked as if time has just started for it
nothing was new
but for its extra 6th sense
it has realized a lot
how the things get shaped
go straight to your psyche
with which you live the rest of the time
at my stupid home
i do realise
why the hell ? things are not what it aught to be
probably the truth is harsh
i haven't learnt to live the time
source: shipra vashisht
too often i confront simple sticky thoughts
how to drive a fine line
between the mundane and euphematic desires
old adages
it's taxing and monotonous
my heart looks for the evergreen
beyond the frontiers
of love and hatred
in colours of shades
me a too docile
never find fit
the environs look misfit to my interior half
i recluse in oblivion of the yester
hope for day next
the sun is too scary of my wishes
i recall your small days
with warmth
your too small queries
and the moments
you spent with me
my heart
it wonders
at the defacto existence
of your aura around me
in live world
but i have a different note
to add to my stupid brain
is it
so live
i ask my self
too often
of you
and look for the reality
to get shaped
as i wish
i wonder
at your being with me
round the clock
source: mallika, navu, ricks, shipra, kan : pu chd
i was just crossing my way to the usual metro way
