too often i have recalled my heart feltreason is simple
my heart vibrates at a 'suptra-atomic rhythms'
i have often wondered at
the metamorphosis of a small and desolate railway junction ("shakurbasti")nearby where i happen to pulsate a meaning of you and one of mine.
if you visit day time
the indian system of management looks too shabby
but night brings
romance of keats, William Wordsworth, Shakespear, Tagore, Nirala, and the greatest- ever Kalidas
just in one glance
this time my beautiful young ladies
too optimistic atfter their PG entrance exam
we all waited for The Punjab Mail
Delhi winter adds its punch to the romance
long hrs went in seconds
i was left
as usual
with the magnetic thoughts
in day
at night
my dreams
they are a bit too scientific
so i skirt
but i negotiate
the relevance of my influorescene
as it changes
its moods
ahead of clock
i remain stuck
to my thoughts
as if it'll bring
another relevance
source inspire: neha, mallika, astha+her batch mate doctors,shipra, pu chd india
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