SPROUTS

some are specially carved for the Lord
to appreciate

at His eternal provess

so do our beats of the heart

i often talk of my twister love
she is a horrific entity around
comes with her sweet adolescent wish
disappears like a storm
leaves behind
mamoth of desires
thoughts too
waving thro the ocean

and love at atlantic
the stormy winds
deep caves
the world has come to know
the depth of her eyes

some call it
its absence will lead to global warming

and such is my love

writen specially for neha at her beautiful snap at my live talk