the title picture is somewhat too exoticnever realised over the time and space
lost may be the moments nonetheless
some moments in my live world
I was stepping over a shade of scintillating plants
crushed by the rubble left by the casual workers
how insane the usual acts may be
plants seems to whisper
the pains could make my nerve flutter
I stepped with the seconds running with night shades getting thick
some the droplets
of the early fall
it could wet my skin
every reality takes its own toll
realised it may be too mechanical
my soul seems to whisper
as if
whole world is too different
as I visualise at other moment
the difference makes another monotony
as if nothing is in hands
I obsessed with reality
could hardly stop
to another surroundings
me and my pc
how the things make and remake
bereft of
what we aspire and wish for
my restless brain
heart with an array of questionnaire
it remains
a dog fight of airplanes
and me the docile
wakes
but only
one reality takes into another
source: Dr.Dimple.b
No comments:
Post a Comment