SCRUBBING LEAVES

Its one of the rare morning hrs which kept me alive through out the night
live world is jumping back with a slow breeze making leaves to be playful

I know you're an early riser
but my software doesn't depict whether you still come to my pages
I simply presume you might accidentally click on

the day before I got the official cultural magazine
the back page invited thematic interests
but I keep outside the mainstream
reasons may be many

I simply recalled you
as my present address is not known to many

I know you may not be aware of that one

but I attribute it you
probably self interests are too shadowing

lonely moments create a lot stupid fuss in you
so I simply see you at orkut search command
reason is that it doesn't print my visit at your page

my heart says but why you visit her page that frequent
I also don't know that
may be I feel too monotonous at the earliest of breeze
but that visits hardly fetch any enthusiasm
but I simply do as if for doing sake

I know you're a beauty on your own
but that's not the reason I visit to locate

probably the reason are more intricate
well hidden in my psyche
that may be the sincere quotient

my heart says
you are simply speaking arithmatics of the live world
as its no where related to me

yes it may be true
affiliations of the modern world are too bubbly
and I simply make the sand houses

may be
the making of sand houses fetch something new
every other second
I breathe upon

source: shipra.v