I was just standing at a pan shop near my this stupid pcthe man was preparing penetrating beautiful pan for chaps besides me
I added my request after a thought
after a stroll on the night turned highway
I did realise
pan could have fetched u near me
it's profusely wonderful in taste
and again
this bullshit pc
I take the things
as it comes to me
but my heart
its a royal child with me
days after nights
this heart has stopped waiting
at my work its a taxing nerves all around me
and my heart hardly stops short of asking lolly pops
I have told every body around
look for me in the adjoining corridor
I stand there with my cup of tea and lady love i.e Navy cut
I too remember Dr. Manmohan Singh Prime Minister of India
and his Einsteinium theories around us
I wonder whether he has opined it for my lady love
but I hardly talk to any one
lost in my own world
see through the horizon
suddenly the equation of work pulls me to my seat
my pencil runs like super sonic aircraft
my colleagues often wonder
and ask : corridor is good for you
it brings fast things out of you
I remain too calm
look at my pencil
as it needs too frequent sharpening
I wonder
when my heart shall get sharpened
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