There is nothing..
No office, No School, No home work
No duty, No work pressure, No Meeting
No exam, No Interview, No people on foot path.
There is nothing..
No one is waiting for you
Neither your girlfriend nor your wife.
You don’t have to excuse on time and traffic .
There is nothing..
No one is there to blame you.
No one is there to rise question,
On your religious view,
On your sexuality, on your Nationality
There is nothing.
No polution,
No protest,
No environmental crisis,
Neither debate on agreement signed in paris.

But only three things is there  
fear, science and a doubt about who wins.

She is mad
He loves her madness
She has anger at the tip of her nose
He find this as very cute
She is an introvert
That what make him a ditective
of her mysterious world.
She creat arts
He collects all of them
She lives in her own world
That is all his world to him
However,

He love her like any lover
and
she love him like no one can

I put my fingure on you profile bar
to see you clear and have you more closer.
That the only thing every time I do.
Because,
yesterday's tulip still in the garden.

When the account blink online
I press my side button
and go for a sleep.
It's now a Enstine relativity,
that you are busy
with someone's chat or in my dream.


It's almost full -
text in form of draft.
Unspoken word with immature love.
I wish to format my brain
with full of your picture and smile.
But the backup is store in my heart
Not in my pendrive.
You have me in your contact list
I have tag you in my all poem.
I am waiting for a morning to pickup
that yesterday's tulip still in garden.

He survived  by the guilt
he had
He survived  by the memories
he share

He survived  by the water
he cried
He survived by the reasons
he wanted to die

He survived by the name
he wanted to erase
He survived by the dreams
he saw

But  still he survive
He survive to see
his end game.

Some times I wish
If I will end like a poem after couple of lines.
With broken stanza,  rhythm unfinished.
Some nights I found myself as extraterrestrial,
in Mars, in Jupitar then
lost across the Kuiper belt
So far from the horizon.
Some time I wish
If it's become true
that i never been here myself exist.

If I say you girl
you are inside
my neuron world.
Would you belive?
Or if I send you a mail
MRI scan report attatched.
Will you read?
Belive me or not.
The sparking in
my Vegas nerve are not lying.
An afgan ****.
***** to ***
Whiskey to Wine
I had tried everything-
the doctor pescribed.
But,  it's my nercotic nerve
stop receiving all signals
It polarised at my SA and AV node
by your high sugar smile.

I was in fallin in love
when she was the river.
Dancing with the sun,
in her every small ripples -
I shaw her joy.
I shaw her joy,
by how she reflects the ray
with her liquid crystal face and figure.
Singing with the birds,
her every splash was a chorus.
I dreamed her in that way.
I dreamed,
when she mirror the violets
of the flowers.
Painted with colours,
she was the live canvus
of this universe.