lonely I stand.

my alarm bells
speak sweet
remind
you might have come

lonely I stand
take the bubbles
as it come

morning hrs
say to my heart

its good

ways remains intact

bereft of meanings

Male baton and Deepika Padukone.

male baton is the state of mind which is prevalent across the sex determinants say males and females of all ages its visible in different forms of injustice and has nothing to do with the concept of rapes and murders etc the later are offshoots of bio logical cardinal s far more complex. I am not opening the books of laws here but non the less it gets opened as a defacto reality in the form of law of the lands exploited either way. Its not only females but males do happen to be the target/ sufferers/ succumb to this phenomenon. It derives its roots when the male is seen always pure whilst the female is seen always impure or seen as to become impure at the slightest deviation from social sanctions etc etc. I may write further its a bullshit concept otherwise hard hidden at every body brain and heart. I think I told you that human brain is something a mesh of concentric rings surrounded by hell of non sense s and one non sense takes generation s to get melted as the system does not listen to at all. So empirically you may not come to me till such time you are literally say 62 yrs of age and happening one. And the persons who played a drama during my Indian and Foreign segment with me shall definitely say why dont a clerk female is good for me instead of Deepika Padukone , in both the examples its the male baton intensified to the Einsteinium theorem of relativity of non sense but a ground reality writ large every where. I feel I do not need further elaboration to be put here. 

one by one.

my heart says
it was good when it did not know

shadows of oblivions
struck to roots
throw winds
chilled
faces I have

corned I feel
distances of heart
struck its notes

I read
one by one

every day.

opaque it s looks like
sometimes translucence of your thoughts
comes with a gist full
I am keeping my steps intact
may a day some

steps have to
its you see
pigeons fly
grains of your thoughts
sweets and catchy

it does not stick

airy my heart
dust of dusk and dawn

every day. 

and feel.

clocks and watches
sometimes got it run amok
was too costly get it repaired
some I have thrown away

one or two might be
desk boards still have reminiscent s

then some how words

it comes and goes

your snap
I take for a glance

and feel

how you know it.

I was standing at jolly boy beach side and a principal who happened to be wife of a chief conservator of forests along with her husband and two daughters was quickly splashing the waves. I whispered to the officer your wife is very active he noded and added she is a coach at some sports. Later she said to me better take your best time dont Waite for any one and next dont come with bosses as no body listens and this time may not come again.

some of the snaps are too good but I wished I could have of Indian segment
but snap s have a limitation

blue stocks whitish in appearance
come and go
with whistles at lips
some are visible
others may audible

but then merge
may be you have
asked something

notes I may try hard

it stucks to your ways

may be it has
connotes
written
some where
at your heart

suddenly
it feels like

how you it. 

splashes.

splashes I have seen
felt at
other end of being
foggy mist
dark nights
snowy fits
it asks
do you have more

I have heard
may be read as
morning is dusk
evenings are dawn
may be dust
it asks
does it matter
you change it

splashes