BOUGANVILLIA..Jan.10.,11.2.19AM

I wonder
who is more spoilt lot

me or my heart

when I want to sleep
my heart wakes up
ask me millionth questions

I have adopted too many techniques
offer hot chocolate fudge to my child heart

It relishes
but ask for more

when I fetch cookies
it says
damn it
who has asked you for that

I really get aghast
what it wants

it says too much
I speak too little


I am fed up with its nonsense around

I run my speed pedals
to give it a euphoric feels

it suddenly puts the breaks
all around

I stand staring at myself
what stuff I have with me

whom it really wants

it hardly tells its choice

but makes me feel
restless all the way

I visualise
its something else

but what it is that

it says
you fool
you can't get an edge of my ways

I put my hands
feel if
whether something exists at all

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