probably its cyclic theory of evolution which is surfacing its ugly face with the outbreak of swine fluesocio theorists hardly know of bio-physics
I was pondering at the day's to unfold
my heart quipped
hell with you
and your theorists
It evoked an array of nostalgic harsh realities stored well at my hard disc
extremes of all
I have encountered
with my little dumpy brain
probably I looked for the evasive romanticism
perfect ignorant of the ways Nature plays truant
second after second on mega scale of time and space
I WONDER a lot at so many little nuances
which defies my negotiating the live world around
I found and do the little same
some how I conclude
that's the way
of romanticism
of self
equated with outer world
look for the bubbles
in the scorching heat
when others take shades
you better go at midst of sun
that's too crazy
but that's way
you happen to love yourself
bereft of writing stupid love poems
for the shrank stones
and find the shrank stones
at yourself instead
source: shipra .v
