too often i confront simple sticky thoughtshow 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
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