STORMS OF GROUNDS

when you are asleep
at your dreams
it comes
and twists my loved ones

i rise beyond
the corridors
of afflicions of unions
bondages too

but it uproots
many like
whom i love
but say not

thus goes the storms
day and night
of your unbriddled thoughts

it knows
i care little
so it uproots
the littles of my hearts

jostles as i feel
put my littles
in their cosy place

to fight another
onslaught

may be
my die-hard friends

have learned

the spirit of
survival of the fittest

i learnt it
thro' the knowledges"

but my heart wonders

from where
they learnt
such a horrible instinct

my little brain
speaks this time

love makes
die-hards
of the docile

i stand
at a distance

to have a word

of this love

source inspire : shipra. v, neha c'.s space, punjab university chandigarh, mallika sherawat