You are here.

clouds come
droplets of relevance
slide sharp
expanse of thee
I stare
as if

handful of rods
striven through
my palms bleed
pain shooting itself

morning and evening
I ask
how dusk and dawn
matched
small days of mine

may be
I have yet to know

you are here.

days and night full.

volcano s of my existence
eruptive aberration
oscillation of my heart
find hard

what is at my hand
I say quietly

whimsical ways of thee

I ensconce
may another day
shall come to

hardened rough soul
paint of love
thorns are painful

days and nightfull

SOMEONE IT LOVES.

I was young and agile
thoughtful days
nights seduced
what could feel like

itinerary of
I say to my heart
have you been

I searched
as if

horizons reverberated
I could make

it was you
some where

where I was

Port Blair asked
where are pearls

I loved it
to give you

someone
it loves

Hunger of the market.

Nation is a cake every one wants to have its best bite. I was telling of Economics. Peoples thought that may be majority this time could undo the reservation which is eating into this cake. Suddenly it came to notice that the gradients that go into making the cake were termites and seasoned arguments are given to kill howsoever sane stuff opines cake must be protected to feed hunger of the market. 

your chosen snap.

Love I have taken your chosen snap. May it help you to wooble your karambhoomi and my small living. Lord Krishna told to Arjuna no one knows how karambhoomi makes the days and nights put together. The person in power must know this equation lest the system fails itself. 

BROAD DAY LIGHT.

I have tried to upload one of your best pictures available at your pop page. Probably you knew it that I am going to pen down something that will storm the brains hearts put together on this earth. This house has witnessed hundreds of persons who enjoyed their best nights and I literally washed toilet ridden panties of beauty queen of earth at whelms of thee. All put their best to know what they did what I could be plausible at broad day light.

Lambein Haath.

I saw you at your innings with some film Padmavati. I hardly see movies but when you will come to meet me I may prefer to spend some time with you say just to promote your work. I know this world it moves in an un orthodox manner lets not pen down it. I know the psychiatrist talked to you but still he has not budged his filthiest way of lambei haath. I do not know why this happens but its a cruel reality.