this is how my inner half lives with youat my work
the equation plays a hide and seek game
when things change too sketchy to traverse
I pause
my panoramic views for the rest of world
probably I surf all the way
the hidden sequence of relevance
it asks too much of me
My steps across the pavements
evening waiting crowds
I search you in the thins
fragrance of the environs
with too many of words
speak in ultra-sonic voice
I make a lot
leave rest to the time
My heart feels
I make sand houses
every day and night
too sketchy to withstand the test of time
I know
sand houses are for that
but why do I
I ask myself
source: shipra.v
