most of it goes likeas if I find short of a picture
capable to focus my thought for a meaning
which I fail too often to decipher
like a bad guy
woven with its own cob-web of making and dismantling
but the truth hardly stops my heart to remain at hallucinations
of your thoughts
pensive as it happen to be
I curse its course of action
wonder if
your presence with me
may be a misfit for your fencies
I try hard to change course
with my sticky heart
with its thoughts
some times I do try to make sense
of your feels
when you glance my obsessions
I know a women heart is from Venice
is that the only reality
I have to know of
I strive hard
day and night
what is after this cyclic concept of being around
will you be an elixir
at all
or remain the hallucinating fall
may be
I am not aware off
my heart intervenes
where is the need at all
you're stupid damn fool
how does it matter
even after
you realise the end
at the start
I feel too hard
at the unsavory postures
may be
the obsession is too beyond
the life around
source ; shipra.v
