with snaps.

you might have wondered why my existence have been given an infinite some lethal weaponry. Coming of navu here has nothing to do with it. It has many many many many many other reasons.

I am writing a poem for you just to pass my time.

every day
as it comes
some flowers are beautiful

I saw one day
some one were taking its snaps

I thought I will do so

today it was probably late

next time I will try to catch good snaps for you

may be
you are getting bored

with
snaps. 

senses.

railway tracks
cuts many heads

loads mornings
nights evenings
lantern of burden

slow moving
mammoth

no one having
why senses are made

spades of
cutting sides

loads of mammoth

striking hard

senses.

Octopus.

stupids
laymen shall it
Ooter Ooter Ooter

do words make a sense at all
asks
Octopus
labyrinth infinite

I see horizon
droplets come

ozone of being

strike

hard stones
soft dust

combine

Octopus.

sad may be heart.

people feel that I am a bloody fool and will succumb to their non sense and will deceit the ultimate forces of the universe. I pity their heart ,   it appears bloody sri sri mind set up is there at every pathetic crank.

this poem is only for you if you are awakened I suppose you be so.

blossom I see
day has its shapes

I make
a laugh of the moment
as its destined

sad may be heart

its the way
I keep intact

your profession
I dont
I cant
say

cocoons .

cocoons
I make
hard shell of mine

it has to move
east and west
north or south

nights of me
bolts from blue

cocoons
I make

cocoons

showers bulldoze.

showers bulldoze
I write
words

early nights
late eves
I sing
words
written
track s
I catch
a bit of me

showers bulldoze

day may come
I take stride

early night
late eves

showers bulldoze.

I have seen.

roads
I have seen
read in torn papers
flying with speeds
breaks are mine

road s
I have seen
read in torn papers

late night drives
vacant seats
closed windows
flying trees
with speeds
break s are mine

roads
I have seen