TINY threads of oceans of tech know how hidden in our interiorsI ask who you are
find a little response
I know they are constrained to speak the bio-chem vernaculars
I am somehow little accustomed to
why the time and space is bridled with
I was sitting under a small shady tree
at my farm
the lady probably appointed for part time
threw his dirty chores
lifted a piece of soap
the vengeance of the present
I found a lot similar to that of mine
with or without
I stared the scenario
left moments later
why our threads of relevance
are that woven too intricate
I left the time to solve the equations of lost love
drove past my lane of happenings
st oped short
at a friends house
met with the yore and the present
all live but with a lot difference
I did encounter the futures
lad den with interactions
some related others not
as instinctive I happen to be
I drove past all I happened to be
to traverse myself
in another vac cum of happenings
but I do ask
what for
source: shipra.v, my new found friend, pu chd India
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