I wonder

it looked
a lake laden with elixir

my heart
may be
it can differentiate

normal ways fail

still I felt

what could be

you are with me

my interiors 

laught at

good spirits

I wonder

Its morning.

When you shall 

wake of 

warmth may ask

from where
shall we

aura of watershed
bleached flower

come rise
slow 

shady may be

nerves shall 

may be

its morning

Ms Ujjala there is small story you may consider it serious one. Wife of Lord Shiva was not invited by her father owing to obvious reasons. Her Holiness went to the gathering overlooking advice of Lord Shiva. She got anguished at the complete mis behaviour by her father. She out of anger sat down being felt insulted and started mantra to burn herself. She was half burnt and dead after a few seconds. Lord Shiva got the news and came back picked her and ran into the space with melancholia and anger. Lord vishnu realising the universe at stake cut the body into pieces and bowed in front of His Holiness and said Lord she will come to you very soon and the girl will be named Parvati.

have you learned out of this archaic story. Kindly do not dare my pencil. Time is left only in minutes. 

Deepika time is running out of your hand to come to my side and dump cranks. your failure to do shall bring serious time.

May be arm distance

evening spread its arms
I wasn't looking for sun

warmth of its entirety 
throbbed my heart

its me
its me Love

I could feel the cruelty
love 
own
warmth
loneliness
pain in one go

galloping winds
were too strong

I forgot

may be

you're 
may be arm disatnce

Good Morning.

Deepika if you failed to use your brain (......) your dad shall become under direct fire of my pencil.He is just showing the traits of rc minhas.