A Virtual age

A virtual age

Pacific nature kept me in era of virtual age, High tide at center seems a pervasive cage, Gaggle of waves frequently asking me for a gait,

Capture in whirl, selecting one, is it a bait?

I pick a wave having cravè on her own, Want to move ahead, hear craziness blown, Meeting in the rain and vanished marks of tears,

Lost in your eyes, looking awesome in wet hairs.

You refuse, but your eyes confess everything, 

Something still tough untill you do nothing, The lacunary in us like the valley between cliff, 

All answers I get when you stuck between iff.

Ashish Dewangan