its a mail sent by one the happening heart in my environsthe product of the environs
we stand to the tune of time, space too
but is it
suddenly a storm stirs the soul
accidentally of ours
I was driving fast the romantic roads of Punjab and Rajasthan
I knew the acquaintances with me
a moment of ephemeral world of mine
but I have already metamorphosed to a lone driver
I do miss you
where I happen to be
my heart asks how far
my silent response
as far as I ticks for
but that's not the way of thins around
I brush aside
the mundanes with restrictions
I am never alone
my heart says
U're simply lieing
I brush aside
but with a silence
the one that prevails from
the winds that come
while brushing the left over space
you just left
with a hurry of happening
It again asks
are you that mad
I keep silent
in a quest to know myself
source: shipra.v, Kiran.m
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