its not that i rough up the momentsi toss my thoughts with it
in a quest
to realise you
may be
it has no meaning
but
it pulls a lot
impirical euqations around
some remains with me
i leave the others in your name
the reasons are more akin to my heart
as my brain never sees eye to eye
with the stupid machine
i inherited from the horizons
i ask too much
of myself
about your being with me
i restlessly rush to my black roses
as if
they have an elixir
their smile is enough
for the starts and ends
i find every day and night
with your being around
as i ask too often
what is after that
smiles are good
be it
with or without
source : shipra.v
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