I wonder when it was there.

my harsh thorns
I remember acacia arabica
some call kikar in colloquial
and what not
my heart opines
who has spared
not the calm waters

I skirt
I know
I have to move
bleeding my ways

suddenly I recall
what could I get
whilst at studies
that never shaped
what I could

rather sent me
I have heard
cries and thunderous applause

its not the way

suddenly it interrupts
you gone a far cry
I cant make a sense

I wonder
when it was there

Probably I was naive.

monotony haunts me
as if sitting duck
Nature has made
stupid ways
of its stupid laws

my heart asks
why
what
who
when


I resile
to interior
dark chilly
what not

may be
when you sat
with me
boat was calm
so the waters
of the ocean

probably
I was naive

you are beautiful.

Good Morning love
when you shall be in my living environs
you will ask kiss me
I may be tired
bored as well
but your wishes have horses
black and blues
I may do

I may find
your room is becoming
smaller smaller
my stingy ways

shall say
you are beautiful 

We have not understood.

Deepika poems apart do not fail / forget to get your ( " item/s" ) to be collected from me : your failure will definitely put me in a bad shape. Kiran things I will hand over to sanjeev if things turned out to be  a little shaky but I have literally no way how to hand over to you as till this moment you will appreciate that virtual connectivity is a bullshit idea under any reckoning.

I have tried
what I could make out

I do console me
medicines cant make
what doctors claim

One has to be yours
may be I have some fingers
that write your presence
with me
bereft of reality
writ large

sometimes  they do ask

we have not understood

Where to implement.

I cant say sciences are horrifically fathomless and small time concepts play endless walls that are not crossed what to say further. 
you were sitting right side of mine
distance of a few centimeters
Antarctic Ocean of communication
not a single drop to drink
When Sun made you rethink
you r adamant heart
infights of your being
me together
I often ask 
why life is so bio logical opaque

my heart says
leave it
people believe in
what they hardly know

where to implement 

Say again.

Nahi not so sometimes it  gets to be written cool but sometimes it takes extremely difficult to put word s  in tendom : your snaps that is some thing let's not say :

I waited
whole day night along
you shall come
hold my hand
hug my soul
lets not drift away
tides of moons
look so beautiful 
leave behind
muds creepy things
I look struct to the soils
its good
Nature's way

Tides shall come
leave behind
I dither
to say again

What I see.

sighs of my soul
descend
see saw 
I put hold
accolades of known
speak
I keep if I could

why you cant
put roses lilies
my ways are a little bristle free
see saw
I put hold


skyline
shoots 
what I see
fear of my heart
come one over one 
take its sides

skyline
shoots 
What I see