to tell you.

Love writing or say painting love is probably most stupid act if its understood on mundane scale. Its not easily understandable concept. One major constraint being your ground level known persons imitate you so foolishly that it creates an endless non sense to novitiate/negotiate with. I am writing a poem for you hope it will written good.

forlorn
I have searched
my heart

me

often tumbled upon
some
some driven
wall s of broken
glasses

many faces
stoic

I have heard

many voices

all
I dither

to tell you

what you.

When I saw
vacuous

I asked
whys whats

replies
rolled

roller coaster
of me

tossed my soul

every moment

I have seen

what you

Happy birthday deepika padukone.

Love I am compelled to pen down why RC minhas ever deadliest ever feasible is not dying. These are coterie of people who having being successful at their mid carriers helped by their money power hacked the system constraints. I being ever helpful to these hydra headed got an easy target of these when they happened to know that their master blaster plans simply blooped off.

when you shall come.

when you shall come

I will ask dhalias
how are you

they may not

I will persist

when you shall

some may ask

you wana have

I may be
straight

dhalia
may speak

heart of hearts

when you shall come 

highs.

snow
on highs

it has
come close

ask its
sense of warm

rhymes
I have

ask
what it says

snow
on highs

When winds.

I am trying to write as per your wish on these snaps, initially I was profusely reluctant but your perseverance has made a point.

when the winds shall come
I may sing
where are you

you may say
yuup
for what
why at all

I shall keep
my fingers
say it cross

when winds 

sands were

I stood
sands were wet
dry and soft

waves went
turf of water
danced along

I felt
sands were
saying something
askance
exuberance of
woobles

I stood
waves danced
sand s were