INFLOURESCENCE..5.3.10

I was interacting with the youthful flowers of my ususal way back pathway
many times they ask me too much
I find little to reply

may their beauty stops me short of electronic bias of my system
I know its injustice writ large at my system
but that's way
I have accustomed myself
in a quest to remain vibrant
to the tunes of mundanes

little remains to be negotiated
I asked myself
the sunset was too evident
thro' the widnowpanes of metro
I know
another sunrise is there
on the threshold of my happenings

but my fitting in the system quotient
makes the meanings too un-readable
I search my heart who is responsible
for the mess and threads unwoven
to the extremes
least defined to myself

I search every corner of my heart
in a fighting spirit
and die hard happiness

find no exact reply
and me the docile
remain as hazy as ever before
one day shall come
if at all
I may define
thread-bare
my purpose of
pulsating around
with the flowers of relevance

but why the things takes inverted shapes
I find the sprouting spruce and pines of my heart

the illusions with vengeance backlash
I struggle every moment
to find
to see if at all
it shall serve a purpose
in tune with the mundanes

I remain
with no reply at all

fall back upon
another illusion

and the hope never dies
so is the spirit
as I am made off

is it you
I ask too hard

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