as the day;nights play a game of nature's delinquent play-mates
i look into my being
where do i stand
and what for
i find a lot
like a truant software
running out of its course
with no end at all
the purpose is a hard reply
i see the references at my disposal
see no patient way of around being
the struggling heart
the delinquent nerves
the rest-less soul
combine to tough
to negotiate
the realities around
i wonder
is it the de-facto
of my being
start and end
join together
to pull me out
of the hell within and without
i equate to the worthy
it asks a lot
as a truant magnificent learneded
i step close to your heart
see if
there is a reply
to my hauty nerves
it stops a short
and the vaccum swallows
i struggle hard
my soul says
what is the difference
source: shipra.v, neha mehta, navu, pu chd
