In my previous officethe corridors of power
that's what the learned say
But I feel its the corridors of powerless
she occasionally met me in these corridors
and my slippery heart
its damn bullshit thing with me
but her scintillating hello
I remember til day
she succumbed to the system
I know it
so my heart has not forgotten her
but my brain has put a physiological system whereby the heart becomes simply stoic and nerveless
one fine day she encountered me in that corridors
I realised her constraints and I simply changed my path back to same room from where I came out
she did feel her stupid nerves not to realise a gem
but time is ruthless to everybody
it comes once only
I do remember her quite a few moments with me
as I owe my source of inspiration to her
as one of the first to make a point
that made me come off the monotony
but its not she only
probably the system fails everybody
if the momentum and vacuum: the ultimate powers to bring and remake the changes
simply doesn't favour you
when I am writing this
she may be busy to please her hubby
with some of her delicious dishes
I do realise
dishes and rose gardens
its something not promised to me
I make my own ones
and send instead
without a feel of reciprocity
And that's what
a real love stands for
source: Shipra.v
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