Eternal exile of the insane acquaintance from the domain of nowhere!!
Swept of the feet not once but numerous times, yet the dust of the dawn didn’t fade
Laid down over the waves the rest rest but not the peace within
The chuck and lob over the waves left in a wink as a sigh heard it
The gone by the tide flown with breeze as if where to reach a few more
Isn’t the overlaid profusion of the image in the cognizance a fantasy?
The more we drive in the more we travel less and explore mere the glut silently
Ourselves in the us or its mere the I in me not know to me at times or it’s just the i
Lateral growth of feeling towards a tenderness holding on to something for a moment of survival
Isn’t much to ask for but yet for the contentment of the self propositions mere a query in itself?
Down from the lines of oneness to the borders of acquaintance a outdo treat of trait
Wisdom not every one’s cup of tea, gone astray something to which everyone loves to grip
The exuberance of the abundance of the bounty is a sanctified slice of the verve, but yet void
Inside out it’s the anonymous feel of the enormity which just cramps to fit inside the cracks of palms
Strange yet true which we seems to change all through yet it just baffles along the segments
The tangents still remains their not leaving dreading the strangest straight no of the once yes
