BLACK ROSES..contd.20hrs

i was crossing the terrace of a temple of my colony
people with devotion sat on the marble freshly cleaned and too cool to touch my feet thro' the heavy boots
my heart quipped
who is your devotion

i brushed aside
had a glimpse of the environs
simply passed thro'

but it was persistent with the question

i simply open my pc
start writing
too absurd
as i have nothing to do else

i do stare at the live world
somehow it concludes
probably its not meant for you

i wonder
what is my obsession

is it surfing thro' the waves of
what is beyond my reaches
or
else hoping for the sun to shade

nights may be romantic
but again my heart asks

what for

i somehow scoff off the persistent nonsense with me

but it quips
how far

source: shipra.v