INFLOURESCENCE

There are moments
no thoughts and no desires
I equate to the environs
too mild

then comes off the blue
whether
its the ultimate aim
the spoilt learned ed prefer to say
of the ultimate

I hardly say
a word of the present and the yore

where is the elixir
of the achievements
studded with sharp failures
as the normal graph of the live

I struggle to find
a niche
near my heart
where I can afford to accommodate
my haughty nerves

I fall back
on your hallucination
once for all

if its
truth
which I prefer to evade

I negotiate
moments
after moments
source: shipra.v