ARE YOU ONE MY HEART LOOKS FOR

I hardly trigger off the thins
but some horizons do escape definitions

the exotic heart
and the rare of rarest combination of affiliation quotient
I struggled thro' the research papers of the elite of the Defence Institute of Psychological Reasearch
I was not looking for an end itself
I know this is ever relevant question around

I got shifted to another office
with a different scenario
I write research papers with different conotations
but I have not forgotten my that tenure

Life is not definable
things are originated from blue
as you happen to be

the purpose nonetheless undefined

but hearts do speak a lot
a lot to say
a lot to learn
a lot to know
a lot to internalise

the equation is endless

FLYING CLOUDS

At my not very small days
I asked clouds
why the hell you fly past
they responded tough and stoic
windy airs fled past
like a jealous love in hands
I stood silent
as if the stupid around

I leave my office
metro takes 39 minutes
the later the seconds the monotonous I feel
I try my car to find a change
traffic plays a truant
like the air I mentioned above
but the backdrop is not that Natural
I have acclimatized over the time
I hardly know
how much is left

It galvanise your feels around my environs
may be its empirical
impractical and nonsense has strived too hard to be day of the order

I struggle very moment
to fight this order
the clouds of my heart still fly past

with a damn care
I still strive to know
why I could not emulate them

probably
your presence is a theatrical ritual
to feel like clouds

source: shipra.v ( probably this is one of the tough thins I wrote so far)