black roses ..contd

as the day;nights play a game of nature's delinquent play-mates
i look into my being
where do i stand
and what for
i find a lot
like a truant software
running out of its course
with no end at all
the purpose is a hard reply
i see the references at my disposal
see no patient way of around being
the struggling heart
the delinquent nerves
the rest-less soul
combine to tough
to negotiate
the realities around

i wonder

is it the de-facto
of my being
start and end
join together
to pull me out
of the hell within and without

i equate to the worthy
it asks a lot
as a truant magnificent learneded

i step close to your heart
see if
there is a reply
to my hauty nerves
it stops a short

and the vaccum swallows

i struggle hard

my soul says

what is the difference

source: shipra.v, neha mehta, navu, pu chd