hitherto fore I never realised that I am loved by such exotic hearts who enthused me to write and have a meaning of life so vacuous otherwise to the extent I see the horizon and ask myself who the person are youI was conversing to Neha Mehta and found myself to be as if living on another planet of exotica
I was writing like a robot and probably she wondered how to respond to this spoilt genius
I know my end of know how is horrible to an equation whereby I have to stop myself with psychiatric medicines
but I love to love my sweet hearts
my heart asks where are you all alone
I get caught by the penetrating question of my heart
I look for
but what is that
today late evening as I crossed the vijay chowk
it was a scintillating scene all around
the lights were putting extra glamour to the landscape around
I did ask myself
such an exotic place
and you remain so desolate and dejected
but why so
probably I have no reply
I search where my love has got lost
but what is my love
I fail to understand myself
the quest goes on relentlessly
and I find in another quagmire
to know myself
and my love
source: Neha .C Mehta
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