ANIGMATIC LOVE

I was chanced to a punjabi tv channel: with a famous folk lore: "Ni mein kamali hain"-look if I am insane in my love
parallel analogue are too common but punjabiat is unique in its content and expression with the depth of thoughts , ofcourse running around mundane, nevertheless air all the way

may be I have much more to say but my time to sleep is goading me better kick off yourself from this bullshit pc, as it serves no useful purpose in any way

I do wonder if I have a purpose at all

Is that when you realise the depth of love , you happen to be useless around
or contrarily the existential heights have no place for such stupid thins around
or may be its too theoretical and real life is quite a lot different sometimes no relationship at all

but what happens when life itself ask too much of you

who the hell are you
and what for I with you or the likewise

the equation may not stop so short

verdict savoury may opine you to be simply insane or deranged at thoughts

but their more sharp critiques around

And what if you yourself become an enigma to you

source: shipra.v

LOVE BELIES LOVE

I was desperate to find ways to neutralise the hacking of my yahoo 360 site by microsoft
but probably it'll take too long to learn this softsystem

my heart feels love isn't having strong enough strength

I remain calm to see my own mirror in my thoughts

is that I've evolved to that struggle to find a niche out of the airy realities

My brain intervenes : how does it matter

if you prefer halluciantion: your choice is unlimited

Now I realise the heat and crunch

but I find my love has gone more strong
beyond the time and space

is it so that I defy the existential to ecclesiastical
I hardly find a reply

love remains love
how does it matter
what ways you're supposed to negotiate your live world

my brain asks again

Have you heard about the folk tales of "Heer" : a character in Punjabi literature
I remain calm
the reason is simple
I love to hear the romanticism and related by the writers and singers too: that runs so: " CALL ME NOT HEER BUT RANJHA..."
I DO WONDER WHETHER LOVE IS ECCLESIASTICAL TO THAT EXTENT
IF SO THEN WHERE THE BOUNDRIES OF DEFINITIONS ARE

source: Shipra.v