yes Deepika probably its you who makes me write such infinite some poems.

what

crystals of time

showers it makes

have a touch

it asks

I stand 

shadows long and large

I ignore

magnato sphere 

it runs past

as I stick to 

slowly 

fast

close 

I find

may be

its

what 

probably no where.

I was walking
step in step
evening light lit
raisena hills
it may spell different

different I saw
Dahlia blossomed
lanes of time

it asked me
when this time
came with showers
threaded on threads

I saw
sometime the flowers
waited my heart

can have
a meaning

that stands

probably no where

with you.

when sky
has to turn blue
I have got up
say you
good morning

colours may say
I have lots to
make
shape
size
may be
know

when time shall

I will speak

my heart
may you
sky
with you

A good lot.

When thorns
adore
what its wishful

I ponder
flowers
are beautiful

stink often reminds me
the hidden rotting

I hide
may be

thorn s
a good lot

I can see.

I have asked
clouds
far end
horizons
speak

quest of mine

something comes
notes by widths

I put my palms

see

is it
I can see