INFLOURESCENCE.13.11.09

Its 3.12 AM With me
I know your clock at least
ticks to that of my heart

you lost at your oblivion
probably too parallel
may never meet
like a track of Railway

but Love!
space and time
its beyond your control too

Tracks has to unite somewhere
may be momentary
to be relevant

my relevance looks for your himalayan hair
may be
scorching of live
one moment shall come
my soul looks under your shadow

I know that momentary co-factor
may be too immense
but meaningless either way

as your thoughts
my only de facto reality crunch

my hardy nerves
the survival instinct
and your distance

I find romance
at the bubbles
of the blue

source: Mani se, Shipra.v, Kiran.m, pu chd India

INFLOURESCENCE.CONTD..12.11.09

work to find a relation with your inner half
probably its too enigmatic connotation

but it works like a pill
may be for the day
nights are again challenging
with another dose of lethal vacuum

but that's how the live world has to got manoeuvred
bit a bit
over a time

space is yours
too distant
but
a makeshift relevance
it lets to forget
the haughty nerves

I litterally finished my job with approximate strength

I sometime equate the equation of this mis-found love
with that of "brahamkumaris"

I used to wonder
the way such people find their own meanings

but you remain to learn a lot
with the hitherto "garbaged" thoughts

is it the work
the ultimate elixir
probably not

environment seduction is what
that shall prove to be one

but where is that
is it with you

but you doesn't fit
where I happen to pulsate around

is that the un-answered equation
I search day and night
with your ghost at my dumpy soul

I do ask
but with a little difference

as if
I have n hidden jealous feels
to survive hard

with or without

source: shipra.v