CLOUDS WITH WHIMS

my best know how seems minuscule at the alter of time's whims

I search for smileys
the quest is probably another way of self-incarnation

when a few moments with you
it seems twin fights have further accentuated

I search my heart
every day
why its so indifferent to reality crunch

but I do wonder at hearts of heart
what is the reality

isn't the equations of scales
too pervasive at our nerves

when the cocoon of self
shall realise its own reality
I am evasive this time

few moments of mine
and you
still the fights go on

I wonder
where and what lies at the end

or
whether
an end is at all sought for

if it even yes
the equations of hardy and hauty moments
shall they ever reconcile

I ask
too much of me
and you

source: Kiran Malhotra, shipra.v, pu chd