till day.

when I was small
I saw a person
aged
tired
relentless of oblivions

he often abused
sometime s in morning
evening
nights as well

my heart often wondered
there is no one
whom he is addressing

some told me
bio logy is a good subject

I was at DAV college Chandigarh
smart profusely handsome with hi fi persona
a small copy and a pen
the principal an old man
but he did not abuse

he wondered how I am that intelligent

I have not understood
till

day

abuses 

but you see.

I have a daughter
a son as well
I made even a prostitute the blessed female on earth

but probably hatred has no ends

I was having four vacations
my military counterpart was receiving
whether the hell a cab word can tell my heart

he boasts infront of his wife
you see we are bengali
Tagore was from bengal
he spoke very good bengali
he was awarded with Nobel Laureate

four days have gone

your snap did tried

but
you see 

sandy is the soil.

I was standing
huge cache of your snaps
some stupids stoic nonsense
without a sense at all
the shores of torrential river

safe calm clean thickly planted
multi culture of thee

some bushes were shivering

sandy is the soil
waters of a mighty river
when it sips down

thinking its an adage
donkeys take to often

sitting
idling
working
what not

toilets
of unforseen
cleanliness

once I saw sukhna lake dried up
some played cricket to make a sense

a small room
entitlement of some yrs

never knew

sandy is the soil 

a real joke.

I have practically nothing to write your snaps are again practically meaningless rather a nuisance as of now. I am writing a poem but it has no meaning at all.

whilst strolling
sometimes sitting on bench
evenings of mine

lost purpose
retired soul

I have asked
how to pull on

as age catches
I find more
nuances
negotiations
equations

your purpose of
coming here

it has become

a real joke .  

why they fly.

I have to know
why I dont love
some told me
walking is also a love
I try to get up
with your time
some how
I am always late
to my time

I have heard
moments start to become yours
and you love

But I dont know
why I dont love

somehow I feel
I may be slow to my moments
catch a bit late

I have not seen
why they fly
so unseen
unheard

my late evenings and me.

late evening hrs
I crossed through India gate expanse
some colleagues in dress
probably some one busy how to reach their ones
peoples thronged as if today is India
kid were playing
adults lost in love
of togetherness

I wondered why I am all alone
in public as well

Adrenalin is a hormone
feminine hormone is a complex
is it that I wrote a tough line

my late evenings
and me.

its tough darlin.

flowers are beautiful
every kid shall say
some may ask
lets know

they will probably
who will study botany

film stars make a joke of sciences'
its not their way
directors have to churn

some directors may think
lets say
what is botany

computer ji bole

its tough darlin