I wonder at my own making

when I feel driven to the wall
my heart often says
lets go somewhere

where the stingy world is not there
open the sky
fresh air comes
clouds may come


I wonder at my own making

Who the hell can challenge my love and me

when sun takes its shades
I walk steadily and slow
sometimes my steps ask
where we have to go

I keep my calm
I know 
home is an exotic word

I have searched 
frequently at my heart

You are my love

I often ask
why a conformity 
its the buzz word
cutting through
the generation gap

May be
I reply myself
its another way
to put the thumbs
ups and down

I have seen
green grasses
it looks too young

blossom is thy word

asks my heart

Life is not a poem at all but still I am writing for you , may be I can take a little longer time. 

when I retired for the moments with me
I saw the sky
it was dark and crystal clear
snowy lights spread all around
stars did make their presence
I wondered clouds 
have yet to come
may be they have gone 
some where
un noticed
un heard

I was lost
not to define sky 
I saw
may be
I was making a meaning
of the blue

I was tired
some of my own moments
others 
may be I dont know

I saw the sky
it was dark crystal clear

Deepika one day I heard amitabh was saying something , I am putting in English version only : let you not be mowed down by your lonely heart lonely environs let it blossom as if nothing is away from you. I am writing a poem for you it will take a little extra time as I feel I may pen down a very difficult English to make a good meaning . 

whether I studied very advanced biology at Panjab Univ CHD

Deepika extremely sorry to express my mind at this page regarding if I would have been a female and surrounded by present type of scenario and then the scenario of askance of having sex and producing kids : my lord I really dont know whether I studied very advanced biology at Panjab Univ CHD