Its 3.12 AM With meI know your clock at least
ticks to that of my heart
you lost at your oblivion
probably too parallel
may never meet
like a track of Railway
but Love!
space and time
its beyond your control too
Tracks has to unite somewhere
may be momentary
to be relevant
my relevance looks for your himalayan hair
may be
scorching of live
one moment shall come
my soul looks under your shadow
I know that momentary co-factor
may be too immense
but meaningless either way
as your thoughts
my only de facto reality crunch
my hardy nerves
the survival instinct
and your distance
I find romance
at the bubbles
of the blue
source: Mani se, Shipra.v, Kiran.m, pu chd India
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