some days are special: they live with you: more live than the live world one can think of: interactive world becomes a too small equation in front of their aura: after a long long time when i resumed my quest of the outer world: i happened to drive thro' lanes of bbps rohini delhi. changed scenario surrounded by huge complexes and in particular court complexes (newly built): but i was looking for my sweat hearts. They are busy at their higher echelons of knowledge and me: too busy to find them around their bbps. : i used to love the airs enveloping the scene and my heart went a bit too high to see their names printed on the walls of the school.i told my little friend: look they are somewhere else as of now: it retorted: damn fool: u have broken my priceless memories with stupid nuance.
i used to drive with them for their very special moments and that has become special moments of my heart: i wonder whether time really moves: or it remains intact to the heart and the hearts of heart: i ask my stupid sceintific brain: it says it's already been explained with quantum physics: my heart annoyed at the very concept says: you a damn fool: will never see the sense and does this bullshit science come into: now i realise too far to: and have a deep look at the environs of bbps to refresh my past to make a part my present: i speed my car: but my heart remained there:
i roam with their thoughts with hi fi volumes of stereo: to have frequency modulated to traverse the distances by which they are aparted from me.
i look at the gifts and the little things to have a live movie of my hearts.
and hope
some day they find time: to close the distances
source inspire: kan, navu, bbps rohini delhi
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