I am probably a little less stupid to ask the age old questionsbut it makes no difference either
as my soul and heart
the combine pulls me too often
with or without
the blame game
any my romantic heart
I find a little sane nerves
may be that's the reason
I recluse some where
in and around
where you reside
with the breeze
of my thoughts
The reality crunch
I am evasive most of the times I happen to drive fast
landscapes of your shadows
may be illusions of the world around
but
a difference
its sufficient
to pull on
may be
for the time being
its how
I look for
another moments
struggle of
either ways
I find
facade of your love
source: shipra.v
