seconds fall short off my face off with my interiorsI struggle to see thro' the waves coming across my way
whether they carry your aura
I make a lot of
what I am left with off my reality crunch
surroundings may be tough
toughest may be the coming in
I wade through the swampy swarms
and recall you
as if reality has started defying its own paradigms
woven around me
days and nights
matter runs the roost
may be thoughts
so I equate your harbinger
with the futuristic machines
I know other moment
it shall come with new machine
but my relevance shall evolve
may be one day
you can come off
your inhibitions and constraints too
to walk step in step
with my heart
source: shipra.v
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