every day life comes 
with so many dresses
none for me

my heart asks
I have understood
old age has come

I wonder
how come
sane nerves 
are striking at the corridors
of non sense
always with me 

I seriously write only for deepika of Ujala and Parkash Padukone no body else in any manner

my heart says
look love
over there
here too

I put my palm
fingers crossed

what my heart
has found of the blue

time has got
fetched with winds
it whispers

I am lost

what it means

my heart says
can you write 
something
away from this land
of snakes and scorpions

I wonder
what my heart wants to tell

I tell 
look its life
and no body can ensure
what you are scared off

it keeps quiet
I thought 
a sense might have got
learned by it

suddenly it says
then
write of roses

I take a deep breath

from where should I bring
its eternal wish.

I was focused at a video ( scientific ) how earth crust  gets eaten up by itself and gets another shape somewhere else and in return the mega land masses move to a different location thus changing the shape of world / earth over a time clock of thousands of yrs if not million etc. Nothing I wondered if you like this or not . 

my tethered half
the other one 
not feels 
a better

ask me

what actually happiness
looks like
if not feel like

I shiver
at the consonance

hard to hear
what to reply

your snap, I have searched manually as system has taken the first one instead, then I thought let it be, love is kaleidoscopic if one has heart to decipher it.

my heart 
a child with me
often asks
love 
why cant you remain
a happy lot

I take long 
a real long pause
it says love
have you heard
I said some thing

I somehow gather 
a little strength

you see
I am fearsome

it retorts back
of whom

this happiness
I whisper

but 
it refuses to listen