YELLOW HALLO

I have stretched and re-stretched this frame-work to know How If probably at all I happen to fit in your world of happenings

every moment My heart speaks a different note
contrary to ground realities
but the die hard sticks to your being around

I do wonder
how does it matter
where you happen to be

My brain now scorns at my naive nerves
I find a little
the usual st rifle
st rifle the oxygen
of your relevance

Is that
you're like this exotic and panoramic view
if all
why me the sticky around

I curse and get annoyed
the never ending fights

I leave the world behind
as if the ephemeral
its the way out

source: shipra.v, my new friend, pu chd India