the session of storms of voidsit shall have its interval this late evening
tomorrow
my day of relevance
when I work
My heart wonders at my prowess and flip flops
its not that happiness makes its onset
I make the moments happy looking
with the running of pencil
on my draft paper sheet
one day
this very office
with polite gestures at his face
shall say good bye
is that I am too scared of that day
may be true
but the manufactured relevance
under the heavy canopy tree of your love
its always with me
the twin banks of throbbing heart's river
water of mundane crunch making them apart
for the time to come
still too united
til the end strike its notes
with vengeance of rebellions
of the system
where we strive
days and nights
together
finding meanings
out of the blue
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