stamp clouds.

300 km
road was fine
not bad
clouds were not there

may be they are standing
hovering around a flat

then its another 1000 km

buffalow used  to be stamped
a hot metal simply stuck
after some oil
painful

but who cared

stamp

clouds. 

its a modern way.

vacant shores
pebbles spread ed
some toes
beautiful
smart
dark
wavy

pebbles
sun shades
blowing winds
stopping
breeze takes over

ask

I keep quiet

simulations

its a modern way

may be deserts slithering
naked feet
wait for shades

shades

simulations

its a modern way  

least known.

I have not read anywhere if you have ever tried to write a poem, kiran writes it whilst she happened to be not in a situation to materialize this tech whilst anu I feel doesn't know how to write even a letter however books sell only when the writer is some say x as of now giving a clear words in prose is not something I say avoid it owing to many plausible reasons.


acacia arabica
whilst I was studying
greek was really greek
I spent many yrs around azadirecta indica
its not a laughing stock

chalk board
may not fetch

hope is driven
but how

no body knows.

but hope only
its a non sense

non sense
its something

least known. 

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