the day's talks of Indian political cauldronI thought its one of the same things
but it does matter
environments and system puts a cost at your life
some times unbearable
to the extent
bio-life becomes an arithmetic quotation
I surf through your pensive heart
ignoring that of mine
as I had had enough of it
windy spells are intermittent
as I am pen downing
just to take advantage
of the time with me
my heart
it probably says
it would have been better
with you
I take it otherwise
its better too
without you
it says
don't be that harsh
to yourself
and the reality around
I know
it has forgotten
the real world
romance and love
its a matter of thoughts
more or less too theatrical
hell!! with your science
it retorts back
I remain calm at the acidic rebuke
another windy spell reverberates
outside
with a penchant resemblances
of the times
of my own days
source: shipra.v
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