I was extremely perplexed to miss my senior general farewell todaythings sometimes of immense importance get off your stupid brain with hell of useless stuff stuffed on the hard disk
I clear my this stupid every eve
every morning brings another challenge to reckon with
I do wonder my patience quotient as I take a lot to forget my mistakes
the evening got better but suddenly another whirl of dragging moments
as if I am always at war with my inner half
I wonder what lies there like a space black hole
that engulfs all
is that I trade fare with waivery steps all the time
or your absence in my enviorns makes things shabby and distorted
I may not get a reply at all
as the scenario is too hostile with endless borders fronts
to fight at with diff set of strategies at hand or even without one
I wonder how my tech mods balance their stuff of the extracting environs
I simply distaste the feels of what has been lost and what is at hand
I know every morning is fresh
with or without your aura around me
as I make that through my thoughts
may be that are too illusory
but I feel at the day end
there is hardly a difference between the illusory and existential
I search my know how to find a lasting solution
but my heart says
your Himalayan are to high to accommodate you
who lives on the sands
may be
this morning I shall evolve
with another quest to put me in shape
with me and my environs
may be your Magnolian- fresh eyes
find a niche for me
source: shipra.v, Anchal Kohli
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