Eventful Time.

Nothin deepika I got up, I know its not the way to raise up.Tomorrow is working day only. I thought to write something good for you then I felt I may be getting too much awakened. Yeah I miss you. I somehow miss you in an environment that surrounds Port Blair and my foreign tour segment may be you were always with me at that eventful time.

To find.

stars studded skies
when I saw
it asked
who are they

may be I dont know
little days
sharp to toes

I have run
days and nights

to find

I often ask.

I have often asked Pines
scintillating
beautiful you stand

majestic is cosmos
surrounds you
notes of thee


I have heard
reverberations
round the ways
clocks

clicking its time

I often ask

I am closing deepika good night have a nice time 

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