black roses

I often wonder
who is more sane in reality
the illusionist at thought
or the one at life

I know asking difficult equations of live world serves no purpose
its simple materialistic paradigm
traversed by minor variants of romantic and euphemistic contours

but the haughty nerves nerve takes that simple
so do we
the moments remain
where they are
ridden with
cobweb of hazy dotted
the beats of hearts accompanied by

your images of the past
drawn on a checkerboard

I get goaded out of
where I happen to be
bereft of the time scale

and find
where the parallel space has gone by

source: shipra.v , my new found friend, pu chd India