Sunday, November 1, 2015

may be they no word to speak

sometimes my heart asks me
is that fixation , the fuss
I am busy all the time

with or without

I do wonder
my heart
how come
it has started
speaking
mundane

I ask my lonely airs
how come
you adore me

may be they have
no word to speak 

Saturday, October 31, 2015

I dont know why my heart waits only for you.

yes Deepika it is boring in my flat today is Saturday only another day of waiting and thus goes my life with me. I when walk back on sandy pathways of rajpath I often miss you but I dont know whether you miss me at all. Peoples have paraded many girls in and around me but I dont know why my heart waits only for you. 

Friday, October 30, 2015

company does make the difference, probably its exotic for me to have one. Any how its a part of life. 

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Deepika I probably told you that my writing s were read by my so called sister and her coterie that make s the hell around where I breathe for you but love you will get astonished to know that Mr. Putin of USSR is not a better crank to them. 

Saturday, October 17, 2015

my heart and you

sometimes my heart asks
whether its true
you make me fool all the time
at your way

I pause for a moment
see if I can have a say


I know
its effervescent
its not defines

may be
to me as well

but I know
it will come

its questions
die hard spirit

may be I dont know 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

yes Deepika you can come from that Bombay maddening world, we can go some where if you like, No you need not arrange any damn thing , just come in your single dress , No security at all. Just relax and come , nothing will happen to you whilst you are with me. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

I have searched hard

who knows more than you that life is not a poem at all as you have been exposed to practically cross cultures or say civilizations of the world but still I am writing a poem for you may be that is my own way of remaining relevant as seriously telling you no one simply can  imagine the hell I have lived and probably you will come to change this hell to normal life at least.

broken pieces
I search every eve
how to get it
make a shape

some of your heart
some of mine one

I dont know
whom so ever
I happened to have
some moments
of daffodils

why
it were so ephemeral

I have search hard