when you are fast asleepI am awakened to the time
at my hand
its not that its a rare thing with me
none of us can escape
the happening coincidence may variate to the infinite
the landscape of my happenings
guarded to the teeth at this moments
I do know the terrorists have a cause
but life ways matters
kaleidoscope of our happenings
Armed forces have the most docile hearts
but the strength of their nerves is known to the privileged ones
I do ask myself
is it the fights of hearts
or the nerves
may be none
the conflicts emanate from the system
driven by such aspects
no body have actual control
I do ask at the same breathe
do my love has that constraint
the reply is absolute yes
but who is my love
probably god has yet to carve out its plans
I see the environs
feel the pulse
not only of the live world
but the sands too
as I know
I can make sand dunes of my love
only to be blown away
at the mercy of the winds
but who creates such winds
definitely not god
but my question remains unanswered
I know that
so is my love
source: Neha c.mehta, kiran and anu,Dr pankaj.b
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