COLOURS OF LOVE

i often find it hard to reply to my heart
the eternal streams of love of relevance

i know probably the Nature has evolved its bio-clock
just as its ticks on and on
may this false hope of new found love
lies at the centre of
our being eternally related to ourselves
with a juicy hazy array of happiness
or
the desire of new echelons
getting fullfilled somehow
hithertoo felt a bit of short of exact achieving
what we aspire for

i stroll to my places
with the another happening
far less fit for the words



my being in two exteriors
may be they converse
look for the present
relate too often
with whats and hows

i hardly stop
on the ways
probably its too usual

but my unsatiated heart
look for the elixir

and ask
hows whats and whys
in its own terms

i skirt
for an another moment

i know
it hardly differs

and i have to stroll
thro'
the lanes
of the knowns
unknowns alike

source: amitabh bachan, shipra vashisht