I have lived.

it asks
can you spell
meaning you have
its dots

sent
known
least
time frame
dead haves

I have lived
with someone

not known
least own

it makes
lines

I cant have
what to
read at

I have lived. 

small hands.

mad mad
air of manics
swirl pools of thee
often haunt
me
blue of mine
I have
small hands
say
what it can do

winds
take its toll

evenings say

may it not be

what you feel
say
a little

small hands. 

we forgot.

small days
often come
showers has come
lets have
we forgot

sand houses
we made
sitting
fleeing

one
by one

we saw

showers has come
lets have
we forgot. 

I ask.

broken pearls
slide
shiver
dance on roads
fast
at verbatim
ask
what I have
yet know

 I match
what I know
if I can
say
a little

roads
I feel

pearls

I ask

cactii.

cactii
I saw you
colours you adore
figures you have
I wanna know

smile I have heard
some known
least
far
few
big
small
you have
what I wanna know

cactii

it plays.

curvy deserts
slippery sand
air born
promises of showers
keep a moment

often it asks

I find reply

may be
a distance apart

some plants
when I see
stubborn

may be

I dont
it asks

I keep
moments
winds

it plays  

a script.

I was tired
when you came

of my words
askance at my hand
heart
brain is stupid

but some how

I am
say happy

you came

but
I have only written

a script. 

may be.

splashes
I used to
sometimes on a journey
tutors told its excursion

I was asking
where are you

I dont see
then whom
I am searching

mirage
I have yet to know

of my heart

may be

brain
as well 

I keep my calm.

skies of fears
ecstasy
throbbing at my nerves
often talk to me

I keep my calm
take a few steps
where someone is busy

duty bound
it says
today is this date
season for petunia
not yet but
its like that

I have seen
some fingers
hands
palms

some words

strike me often

ask
I keep my calm  

at me.

if you can read my entries like Deepika Padukone does probably you can understand something. I know there is huge cultural gap between Americans and Indians. I am rewriting a similar poem for you

I was standing
wondered at my fate
all alone
known lanes
roads
sign boards
as well

I asked what for
I am standing here
is it
some money
I have to take
some papers to make

some food to eat
on the road side

sky was dark and deep
stars were verbatim
we are yours

I wondered
at me

I have.

I have often wondered
eyes closing with you
retired it feel
when you will come

I fear a lot
books of lots
at your hands
shall it make
my eyes to see you
at all

I have
when you will come. 

ask.

standing trees
with their twigs
mood of its making
spread their arms
winds flows
come as if
some message
written on drops
just
its now
I have heard

standing trees
spread their arms
ask 

two rupees.

One day I remember I had put some remarks on your snap. it was say 5 yrs back. Notwithstanding that I am just conversing with you. I was on my duty schedule at Kanpur. Its a commercial cum educational hub but I was having a legal job at my hand. A small hotel nearby the railway station and me. Sometimes mundanes things become so important that it makes your personality and in certain cases it literally creates hitherto unknown concept in sciences a buffer mechanism which probably evolution ladder has not provided you. I noticed peoples were happy inspite of the odds at their way of happenings. I was standing at a duudh wala corner just at the main section of the big roundabout. Lassi was good. I noticed paan was quiet different. I asked for one. Meetha and saunfia patta or meetha patta. it means gulukand and dried cropped coconut becomes its part plus another delicious flavor y sweet chatni put on it. It costed about two rupees. I dont think in your life this two rupees are there. No I am not mentioning of the draconian political hierarchy of yadavas here under /in any manner. 

clouds.

its a scientific poem

cloud is made
how
when and what
better not say

it may dilute the clouds

it showers
flowers scintillating
fresh fragrance
every moment

different notes
connotes

sands get magnetized
out of blue

cloud when bursts
it s not known

where from
what it says

clouds

skids.

skids
I feel
it blows past
come
I wanna
make
what you have

I fear its speed
at its flows
wanna make

come with
I fear again
again

waters
of what

I have
at heart

skids. 

past.

stones
I have heard
hard it say

stones
I have seen
brittle at ways

stones
I have walked
talk

what
may have

gone by my
lips
heart

nerves
 past 

what all.

flying it looked
throbbed me
who I am

deserts of wishes
storms come
sit
as if
wanna talk of

winds blow past
I could make
shattered it looks
may have

sands make
bristle s
roses of heart
it s smell like
say a bit

slow and fast

winds blow

I take
a stride

what all
it says. 

Ganges Waters.

Ganges waters
flow to a chart
I have read
half written
flowing sands
come and go
winds take
it s flights
to make
breathe
words can
say
mean a lit

I often
stand in
at a length
defined
sometime it may

words
say

I look at

Ganges waters. 

wings.

silence
it asks
as if
some thing big
it can speak
tell
utter at my heart
mirage
I make
to live
un live
as well

I find
hard to breathe

talk
walk at roads
made of
what
you may have

not
spread

at your
wings. 

appear.

modified muscles
magnolias of its making
stagger at verbatim
some made
half heard
written in airs
whims of air
strike my heart
as you appear no where
I breathe my past

present as tough
past bewildered upon

I have heard
tough are nerves
stagger they fast

time its wings
take to tough

words cant meet
what they speak

appear as well

as well.

I will try a poem for you but I am not sure that it will be worth your beauty.

steering at my hand
I drove
niche of time
asked its connote

absorbed I felt
duty I learned
poisons of my heart
tell
what I avoid
at
every second
with me

with you
may be

without
as well

a jargon.

By and large masses have a unique mental problem that defies correction may it be at any level. I am talking of females vs society at large but it can be a case in say boxes equivalent to a system etc. Female is being hell enjoyed and bahanji and mataji tag is discarded to fend for the waters. Masses simply forget that the female whom its enjoying in its bedrooms has an internal rights as well. But this psychology masses simply dont want to accept what to learn at. Then they will say its a tough English and its something a jargon. 

to me.

sometimes I see
what probably I better forget

I have heard
may be read too

East and west wall

bricks of mental blocks
cow is sacred
I have heard many pigs
verbatim their brain

etios generally ask
lets forget

I know
it has a better brain

to me

An Einstein.

Every female wants a male child. The reason is not masculinity factor but a shade of support safety and dominion effect in later age and for that a female is also needed. WHETHER THIS FEMALE has thought ever possible THIS CONFERENCE HALL has not made even a single law for your male son. 

what for.

when I stood
Havlock beach asked
look that book
you can read if you like
there is no escape
you may run
questions are shades
it need no ticket to fly
where you happen to be

I stood again
sea shore sands
it were slippy
touching to read
what I failed
I didn't ask
what it did

I have to stand
I did so
may be you know better
I kept silent
that spoke itself

sand was slippy
it remained
stoic were it ways
I have known
may be
I didn't know
what for

I hear.

vibrations
some call it sounds
I have heard
emotions as well

day and night
tell me
I fail hard at hard

its their way
it opines
as if
I gota hard
at making
a sense

I hear

every time.

struggles of my heart
when walk
step in step
I often say
better not say

my flights
remain
torch y

days and nights
mornings
small it being
I struggle to reply

it often says

words
I find
new to me

every time.  

Pictures.

probably majority of Indians have forgotten that period when It was a real tough time to connect to one. Eastern Court at Janpath I remember a drop in box was installed for STD and ISD. I used to drop one rupee coin that too very quick and SP Minhas used to be on line with the beauty of queen and the secret task were how to break this house. Yes now a days I wonder how easy could be the job for e gen to lit the fire.
boat club
one day I saw
a man with mega camera
another day I saw the picture
as well
it was profusely magnanimous
I used to read in history books
the power of
writers had at their disposal

when I cross this area

I often try to locate

pictures.

vanish.

pearls of necklace
thread of relevance
often haunt me
it get tethered
I somehow make one
it spills over and again
I gather to locate
put in some shape
relevance takes tough
fit my
I go on and on

spills after spills

I have asked
fit my

it goes on and on

relevance comes
vanish
I throb
what it makes

spills after spills

relevance comes

spills. 

refrain.

when I stood
frontier of love
thoughts of
arrays crossed
one over one

it was time

vendors of
askance of mine

I have searched
time and again

moments come
tell
can it help

it was time

I refrain.

time.

lets go
fly on wings
never come again
hurry
its time
time


see thats the one
have gota got
murmurs haunt
as it goes fast

hurry
its
time.

say.

steps
some of
retired
heavy
wavy
one by one

words
I make no sense
ask

I keep my steps
as if
askance
I cant afford

what to say.

are.

when it was

storky heats
naked feet

boiling sands

I stood to find
parrots

nights of my heart

often ask

where are
parrots.

far.

I was standing
Havlock waters
it were receding

sands
rocky surface
all were in unison
askance I could gather
still far ahead
I could make out

I was standing

surface lied brushed
naked it stood
rocks were still saying
I heard
I saw

I could make out

it was receding
I could make out

retired I felt
wait was in vain

I went again
stormy winds
played havlock waters

mighty waves
asked
I could hear
askance was
far
far ahead
I could make out

But still
I was waiting 

a sense.

I have seen peoples
possessions
heads
jewels
words
love

are these meanings
asks my heart

I take a pause

I have garbage
free flowing
rivers of elixirs

it says
I have yet
to make a sense