How the evasive moments of life can come off in your favourI was a hard pressed guy at my studies in school days
Now I wonder whether my studies brought me the all pervasive lonely movements
let me struggle off the life with your thoughts
my heart says : are you sure you have space for her
I know beauty has hardly any role to play in real life
the fact is well brought about in plethora of literature all over the world
is that illusion
for which you look for days and nights
I stare at my heart's interpretation of my persona
my present room is beside a lady toilet: extremely embarrassing location: but I hardly bother about mundanes: my inner traumatic storms are enough to create hell for me all the way round the clock: I simply come out of my AC room just for my office consultations with my seniors quite often as I try to remain extra busy to keep my heart a bit docile: As the chance would have it a lady (personal assistant of a colonel) probably put her best at the parlour and her eyes were looking extremely beautiful : As President Obama's instinctive nerves I simply stared at her beautiful make-up: the storms followed: rest is still unknown: my heart says better understand the Mayawatis of Modern Mandalised India and dare not look beyond your files:
I studied hell at social studies to excel at my civil exams but extra studies made me aware of the stupid research of our genii: probably the fanciful brains are too monochromatic of the life interiors
my heart again asks: hell with you: do you feel studies have brought you the hell of miseries all around: I ponder at my pumping set and remember my univ days
But most of the books I have simply thrown away
May be I have to study more of the software: as it is more akin to you at your orkut
My heart says: one day you shall get the sandals at your hair
source: shipra.v
