women's heart

i have searched through my books and the e-world
query is what lies at women's heart

most of the times
my brain retorts back
hell with you
and your science
to know of a non existential entity
i get jostled at the unsavory remarks

when i see the lonely hearts
i often get vacuumed to the same and similar questions
i avoid Kalidas interpretative world
but i hardly stop short of what my stupid brain opines

where is the trigger
i am again coaxed to reply

but suddenly i stop short of the final thesis

reasons are many

may be i avoid truthful interpretations
or is it that i'm too selfish

i avoid
and fall back on praise of words

i recall magnolias
they represent the rosy side of what we happen to see

is it that i am indirectly compelled to accept
what is unpalatable

i ask my black roses
they smile
with gestures
as if i am the biggest fool on the earth

i dare to ask
why
they smile again

this time
i get a glimpse off
probably i am looking for
what is beyond the prohibition psyche
we encounter day by day

i ask and look deep into the black roses
why you'r black and beautiful
is that the combine
you want to avoid to say

they smile
i get a glimpse

but now
i want to avoid

source: shipra.v