PEARLS

its one of mails sent by navu

day and nights
it looks as if I am loosing like a running waves of rainy storms
with too much at hand
multiplied by arithmetic zero, at end

I stumble and get going once again
in a quest to ignore and find
what is least defined
at my heart
nerves too

thus goes
the little with me

find and forget
strive with a new beginning

new thoughts
stored in old fashioned bottles

I strive fast
to decipher
a few new

pearls transforming to sand cubicles
and the trend
reverberates
on the materialistic few

I happen to have

source: shipra.v