why the waves look indifferentat my steps
some too heavy
tired and exhausted
with a desire to win the race
and find the race is itself
devoid of meaning
I search the equations
whether its as the usual way
find too little to reply
soothed heart
may be a whimsical reality
fought over
at every pulsating heart
take another step
towards the crunch
find the so called crunch
probably the mirage of the reality
U and me
search every day and night
direction free
u may have forgotten
I take more time
that makes
the oceanic difference
I surf
to make my roses
blossom
at your doorsteps
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