The stillness of the glacier
Remains dissolved in tides
The rushing around in desperation
To seek the taste of passive peaks
That are far far away
Beyond the sun and moon
They dip into the margins often
The peaks cannot even be seen
Even as my tides follow their mould
But fall back to the agitated world
The last fossil of a pickle
Is dipped in the brine of an entire ocean
The jar seems to be empty to some
I stare at the treasure with forever buds.
Dehradun
19.8.25
09.09 hrs
2311
Mom's bday was on 18th aug
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