poem can not be written by psychiatric / insane / mentally deranged person nor its a product of brain in isolation. 

you.

showers of a day
lilies of my heart
search
spread of its
wet
dry spells
scorching times
may
it have a meaning

hand full

can search

where
it happens

what if at all

you 

time.

shades become
far far away
of its existence

thoughts become pale
shallows have
dimensions
make no  sense

morning
merge

evening loose
what it s like

time is
what

time knows. 

snaps at ones hand.

in animals there is a phenomenon when the aged etc is left behind quietly to defend for itself to the pathetic end. This has some how become a credentials de facto in higher forms as well. sweep game at cards used to be a such fighting tool but this and other techniques have gone obsolete may be to defend with snaps at ones hands. 

life as it comes it takes its own constraints probably this single line is extremely tough to understand. 

my extra unbelievable flexible attitude has been a cause of hardening of the stance of those whom I represent or say happen to represent so kindly understand even the relaxation which I gave to you may get terminated and you may be a target of tsunami order. 

Dr. Harish Arora and associates your misdemeanor act with me and sending a notice to me by department of income taxes of India will be formally replied with in a specific period. kindly read all what is on record.