skids.

skids
I feel
it blows past
come
I wanna
make
what you have

I fear its speed
at its flows
wanna make

come with
I fear again
again

waters
of what

I have
at heart

skids. 

past.

stones
I have heard
hard it say

stones
I have seen
brittle at ways

stones
I have walked
talk

what
may have

gone by my
lips
heart

nerves
 past 

what all.

flying it looked
throbbed me
who I am

deserts of wishes
storms come
sit
as if
wanna talk of

winds blow past
I could make
shattered it looks
may have

sands make
bristle s
roses of heart
it s smell like
say a bit

slow and fast

winds blow

I take
a stride

what all
it says. 

Ganges Waters.

Ganges waters
flow to a chart
I have read
half written
flowing sands
come and go
winds take
it s flights
to make
breathe
words can
say
mean a lit

I often
stand in
at a length
defined
sometime it may

words
say

I look at

Ganges waters. 

wings.

silence
it asks
as if
some thing big
it can speak
tell
utter at my heart
mirage
I make
to live
un live
as well

I find
hard to breathe

talk
walk at roads
made of
what
you may have

not
spread

at your
wings. 

appear.

modified muscles
magnolias of its making
stagger at verbatim
some made
half heard
written in airs
whims of air
strike my heart
as you appear no where
I breathe my past

present as tough
past bewildered upon

I have heard
tough are nerves
stagger they fast

time its wings
take to tough

words cant meet
what they speak

appear as well

as well.

I will try a poem for you but I am not sure that it will be worth your beauty.

steering at my hand
I drove
niche of time
asked its connote

absorbed I felt
duty I learned
poisons of my heart
tell
what I avoid
at
every second
with me

with you
may be

without
as well