By this time you r father might have understood that it is something beyond his apprehensive nerves. Any how I do not know whether he has taste for my poems. 
my etios 
sometimes it asks
its boring
then it keeps quiet

may be
it has 
learned
a lot
from my heart.

I am trying to make soup drink : I thought it would have been a little different if you could have been with me. I dont know I feel its taken just we take some noodles etc. cold version I dont know may be its taken as cold version as well. 

at my own moments.

you sometimes might have wondered at your heart why I have not taken the snaps of your world quite often whilst I take the snap even of a shoe etc or a fungal hyphae etc.

The stars smile every night
say something
faces shine
with its glare

words to the tunes
do say

distances
take a note

may be meanings as well

I have
asked me

at my own moments. 

What it means.

nahi deepika for me probably writing to you is the only a better occupation , yes I am not well but being not well is something better not say you may find me so every time when you will come here. 

some times I do ask 
is that I will write 
when you will be 
with me

but then the point is
why to write
we will go somewhere
say 
for a walk

my heart pokes 
I hope

I understand
what it means. 

at all.

I think you know something about lady Diana of London : Probably peoples do not know that lady suffered from psychiatric ailment related to psychosis whereby a person assumes to be far better than what has been it is say on existential grounds and what is at the hands is presumed to be a pity and worthless and the patient's distorted self gives an elusive self acquisitions of thoughts that simply breaks the patient into pieces.
any how : do tel the tv channel wala that I dont need their sifarish for you.

I have spent a moments 
some of mine
may be yours as well
as if
you have 
my heart interrupts 
hey
she is where

I keep quiet

it says again

I somehow convince
the hardy guy with me

you
how do you feel
there is a difference 
at all 

pebbles of my heart

pebbles
I collect
streams of my making
I stop 
one to one
if it makes
words I speak 

silence at my heart
fetches another lot
shiny silvery fresh
streams of my heart
put an array
knowing little
of its
own attire


pebbles of my heart.

I pause.

I ask my little fingers
write something
that can make
my heart
a sane enough

I see
things are
may be beyond
what I ask
my heart says
are you jealous of me

I pause
see around

may be
my deep breath
can make a sense