day and night togetherI search the plasmatic space and vacuum together
where my heart has its niche
frustration of epileptic nerves
put a harsh stroke on the obsessive heart
I get jostled out to reality
waking , strolling my way
back to House
people call it home
so I have adapted to call it
home
a home
where you may come
with an eye full of love
I have searched
every moment with
with the past and present
it has taken a perfect state of the art
but my die hard nerves
they never recluse the reality crunch
with my scientific know how
they get more annoyed
at the whims of the spell of air
that comes
direction free
to stray me to the blue
to research you
may be
at vacuum
of the unknown
I am really at wits end
how to pacify such a non sense pulsating hell
but it calls itself the emotion triggered system of the blue
I wonder
what it stands for
is it the reality
or
a reality defined in distress
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