SHIFTING DUNES

I remained hooked to news channels
with my FM with endless showers of love songs
political cauldron somehow came out with a palatable stability
may be for the name sake
as Indian democracy may witness a spell of upheavals primarily owing to uneven growth graph of the populace
but this will have its own cost over the scale of time and space

I with no relevance at my heart ticked slow enough to recall you too many times
with a break up of a movie on a private channel
a romantic combination of small events

My heart wondered with naive nerves
why this stupid commonsense is far behind in existential parlains

in my office
I often stand at the make shift tea stall
looking through the window at your office premises
once it was mine
I know you'll utter the same nostalgic commonsense after a period

I hardly feel impulsive enough to see you live
your room is hardly 2.5 minutes down stairs
my heart pulls me vigorous
I brush aside its advances
as the fresh spell of windy waives come in through my terrace at this Hrs (01.15Hrs),
you might have gone to bed of roses
but my roses are too deep at sleep
at a botanical garden in Punjab univ Chandigarh
I visit there quite often with my thoughts
but find no sense in disturbing their ambiance

may be that's why I disturb your ambiance
but only through this e-book

my heart asks
how far you'll go with your syndrome of fantasy of meaninglessness
I look at exteriors

It's quite romantic
Delhi life is alive through the night's heavy traffic

I often read too much not meant for noticing at all
so is an illuminated Bill-Board just outside straight in line of my sight
it reads
LOOKS

I read it millions of times at night hrs
as I have nothing else to do

source: shipra.v