A day and its hectic momentsnot much different
but I stole my own moments quite often
stand with the trees
may be
they are like me
seeing self in the mirror
lost in unison with the outer world
at its own bay
the moments combine to wake me up
the reality around
I was gushing thro' airy spells
coming straight thro' a stream of space left off the concrete
I could only feel the odour
of your presence
nearby
so it went like the streams
I hardly recognise
the truth of the day
yester or present
airy may it be
how does it matter
you seem to be
present
all the way
source: shipra.v, my new found friend, pu chd
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