DRIED LEAVES..archive of love..my love story..contd

when i finished with the know how of
my psychiatric super specialists grown ups
one of them
asked
"never combine our knowledge"
at least with psychology

time brought me
my ultra psychologists
knocking at my door

i finished with the whole

and forgot
the advice

i do know the "apple" of eve and adem

but luck is stupid
always
with the love

when i saw you
i forgot
the advice
once again

the twister of my love
it sucked
the whole in the tube

i was left
with pieces

but with a diff
that it hung in space

i take one by one
and recall
your promises

that all made in airs

my little heart
it never believes
that you're not there
when a strike is at the door

i have put my door bell
off
to make a noise
too descernible

some day
it may listen to my brain

the knock at the door
it isn't her

but
the next moment
it says
Look!!
there is a strike

i keep mum

but it says
why don't you listen

how many times
should i say

you're not there
you'll never be there

it says with fumes at its core

i dislike
the "neih's"

source inspire: shipra vashisht, mallika sherwat, neha c'.s space, pu chd india