Recognising the facts either way may suck a relevance of the dudsI have had when previous pages could come off your flip flop with me
the present sofware is probably too monotonous
reasons are unknown
its past midnight
I am searching relevance at my keypad
silence is broken by a few:- occasional trucks flying past my night turned highway home, dog do their own chance, my cooler with its vibrating spells of air and your being around me
My heart asks better do with some one else
I know the other one on the same highway
I do know these highways of heart have their own rules over scale of time and space
I glimpse around the few strewn moments
all pervade thro' the parallel happenings
My wednessday high-tea with army brass
all the usual formalities
but I do realise the evolving and fading relevance
as the chief shook hands before his journey air-bound
all too ritualistic
but do related to a farthest point of being alive
as if
my heart interved and asks again the same stupid query
I brush aside
with stubborn happiness
I know things may not change
but I have to move on
source: shipra.v
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