my heart

Nothing Deepika I just wanted to write to you. Yes sometimes you feel like what to write. Nahi painting love is quite different aspect.  Yeah most of the time its the one that is required in exact terms.

slow and fast
beats my heart
ask s me a lot
my fingers can read
may be
you do not

my heart wonders
at its beats
why it fails
fetch a little 
close 
if not more

sometimes
fingers get tired
lone notes
may be 
it weighs 
what it fails
as it runs fast

my heart