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as the winds blow
directions of its ways
I keep intact
to make a sense
what is in hand
what has gone wry
winds take another twist
I start again
thus goes
me the dude
winds do say
hei
come with me
I put my efforts
fly its wings
to far
to away
with a jest
wins may be mine
winds say
we here to stay
I keep their command
as they fly
I try
they twist
the game ends no where
my heart asks
can you tell
where we are going
I keep quiet
Neither I know my heart
nor the winds
probably my heart may know me
Love
read carefully absolutely live in all terms meaning and the like I am pen downing the horrible sciences to literally throw away all whole hell into thread bare.
by saying genes and the like serves literally no purpose as it has become an obsolete terminology as of now even a bloody katwa who simply goes to masjid and put whole shit there to prove his bloody non sense in metro and spoil my live environs of say 22 minutes also boasts of bloody IQ and EQ.
love me yes
love me not
dried flowers have showered
romance of Dr. Bajpai of BJP
stalwart of real India
Kejriwal s have learned
the word of opportunism
Napoleon nerves
gullible masses
free water electricity
what bloody not
corruption is the hall mark
but love
he fails to understand
the ultimate corruption
the ism
caste ism
but he pisses at his pents
but his nerves
Napoleon was a success
to be dumped
wilderness of cold
of Europe
Battles
I have heard but not read that deep
I was standing at draupati ghat Allahabad
you see love
when you find time
we may visit this place
Battles
I have seen at my heart
when I get exhumed
I open your page
may a letter come
with a little word
I love you
Love
I am painting my love to you against a backdrop of say when Dad what should I say I am here because dad was there. I do not remember if I ever had to think of what is in life when dad was around me. (I will continue )
I have heard
read too
time is what
better not say
I have seen
magnolias
flowering sharp
bubbles of my heart
I ask myself
is that
love is distance driven
asks my heart
I see you
me and my heart
magnolias
I have seen sharp
some of you
may mine
I know hard
some time
my heart says
it keeps mum
words make no sense
I do not put a question
it comes again
says something
words fail again
I keep my quiet
it comes again
says again
words are too stoic
I do not respond
it comes again
thus goes me
some time with you
others the front
often know
he is the one.