the title picture is what my heart looks like to me and to the Bluebut the twin of reality never see eye to eye
that's the ultimate
learned through the pages of what I happen to be
pen down syndrome
at my hearty heart
every eve
breathlessly
how come reality can take shapes
to tarmac
where I stride me, slow blown steps
with whims and desires
some coming from you
either is not relevant
I reside some where
too scary
to the exteriors
but and ifs
thoughts are better part
to live with
my heart isn't happy
but I do realise
its what
beyond the worthiness quotient
for self
and otherwise
the instincts
you see
it moves
far better than that of light
nonetheless
I remain too earthly
its better
fall from such heights
let it remain
with the haughty hearts
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