I ask.

it asks
flowers
beauty of bounty
stands
doorsteps made
heavens meet
where I ask you

find
what they say

day and night

heaven you adore

I ask

appointment.

my job profile has no scope to afford a luxury of coming to you at your place in Mumbai may be its possible after two years when I am retiring. May be you may say hei Uncle whats up have you taken appointment. 

my heart.

if you somehow presume that I dont know the psychology of this snap vs its reality factor then probably you are ignorant of my worth. I often feel sad when     I see the collection lying in my almirrah but no way to give an answer to my heart.

it sings a song

it sing s a song

it shall colours
airy weather shall
ask
its time

it will forget
torturous past

shall learn
how to feel

its present

it sings a song

quite.

petals flowing
horizons stunned
at their own making

dare ask
what makes it so

may be
visual
or optical illusion

petal flowing
constraint of time

it was
same vane

horizon
speak
if it were really

I have seen

many times

eyes ask me

I remain
quite.

my being.

conflict zones
put askance

I have waded
deep dirty trench

may life
daffodils
speak its heart
of hearts

smoky shadows
leave me exhumed

I see little
distance
narrows of

may be
colour I have

palm of
my being

times of lilies.

times of lilies
I have asked
when moments
it became reflective

I see fields
some yellow
petaled
askance of

I go off

may be
fields
it speaks

I have
yet to know