its already morning hrsI am not inclined to sleep
its not that this day is work free
I often get trapped by this instinct
outside its a dry windy storms with dust spells
I am supposed to wait for my cousin
coming on Punjab Mail
by 420hrs he should be here
these are some of the occupations at hand
but my heart is hooked somewhere
its almost finished with your hopes
like a jealous saint who has realised the shallowness of godliness
but a shadow heart with me
like a ghost
it exists somewhere
in plasmatic entity
it creates and destroys
the meanings of my being around
I by default rely upon its wisdom
it has many romantic and hidden peripherals
whenever I am alone
it brings you closer to me
irrespective of reality
says
look!!
there is nothing like reality and non-reality
I do wonder at its wisdom
it doesn't stop too short
and add
physical proximity and hallucinated possessions are only a gradient of the wholesome reality
just like the concept of God
I pause for a moment
whether the equation fits every where
I search my soul
it says yes
but I have lot un - answered queries
my soul intervenes
better not ask any more
I stop short
and ask myself
who u and me are
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