BLACK ROSES.contd.2240hrs

some times i feel as if the fool around
i ask my black roses to come off their exotic relevance with me
they smile as if asking me to wait till clock clicks
i understand a lot
but it proves too inconspicuous to my nerves

i struggle my way
what my univ happened to bestow upon me

may be the struggle part remains intact
whilst the left over is lost to undefined parlains of Nature

i see the evolving times ahead
backdrop of memories
and my heart
too incompatible

is that i have to ask for similes
all the time ahead

is that reality that hard to internalise
i find replies
but hardly afford to accept

i see at cruelty of Nature
ask myself
is that what i negotiate
day and night

i ask and reply myself

probably i have gone a bit wary
of the nostalgic movements

but what the present stands for
my black roses
they smile again
i stare at their smile

as i find
something
this time

or
is that
its another way to escape realities
i ask my black roses

source: shipra.v