Finally it came to my stupid nerveslandscapes that you disdain to negotiate
they are probably friends by default
I did not react
I too love them
but this time hidden sarcasm
probably I am accustomed
lone drives
at odds hrs of midnights
early mornings
somehow it proves a lot
what I search along the hardy lanes
where I strive for
machines is that relevant
my pulse is un-realising
of the present
I see the lonely birds
the drones too
bound to mechanical destinations
like me and others
I strive to find vapours of the blue
my scientific brain
dumpy head
it says
its the blue around
ladden with volumes of waters
may be
droplets
shall suffice
u'r desires
I get jostled
the mechanics of realisation
of the drift
I do ask
why
source: shipra.v, pu chd India
