INFLOURESCENCE.CONTD.2.10.09

Its touching 24hrs
my heart appears to say
run and run fast

I somehow picks it wavelength
as I did in my teens

time played a spoil sport
I am running since then

I ask but too docile
where should I

I have already run a long way
my heart again asks
run and run fast

probably its phobic reaction to face the reality crunch
that's the only plausible cause

but I know running serves no purpose

it listens a bit
retakes its rhetoric

I wonder
whether if a reality crunch is more akin to heart pulse
or me

but I do ask
who I am
without my heart

source: shipra.v, Kiran.m, pu chd India

REGRESSIVE SYNDROM

the moments with me like a spell of
scenty
air
comes off the blue
vanish the other moment
the space provides spoil sport

I wonder at my acquisitions
like the blowing cut-pieces
some do tell its tales
whilst the rest go
so silent
as if they have learnt from you

I the wanderer at another acquisition spell
spell my another innings
with the trial of nerves

how many times
the pieces of fate
spoilt sports around me

who is more hardy

I leave the ambush
of such a terrific journey
the Nature's way of my being around

I know
the spell
probably I am too atuned to it

source: shipra.v