Tuesday, 28 February 2012


She promises she will not leave her swears
She will stay at the web address page
That he knows, and finds her always at call
And he talks and sets the trend as a vow.

The swear that she makes is full of trust,
As traits are not chosen for testing elsewhere
The air of new knowing goes with imagination
As they cannot meet in persons on the scene.

He grows a passion for her at a speed,
He believes what she says in typed words,
Its meaning is like gist of morality,
And he wants to live on this eternity.

He does not know the race that goes here
Old thinking goes like ancient orchard
And life has a speed like ions in a nucleus,
Selection is now a speed burn, test and run.

He does not find her for a long time,
He does not brief himself about new parting,
That has no holding on the right’s basics,
The newness at the parting done routinely.

Being caught in the sensual terms of neglect,
He wants to think on its search in hazards,
And it is like a paltry thing, lasting short
Discriminately in itself, likely or unlikely.

He blankly tries to find the cause grown
Under schedules of selected parting, a tense,
And when he finds her in another score,
“You cannot create your fate.” was her answer.

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