Now winter is approaching,
I am on time with studies,
I am regular with my coaching.
I have stopped playing in dirt,
But yet now no news of your is heard.

I am on with my blazers,
A muffler in my neck,
A cap on my head,
But no news of yours is heard.

Now my tears have dried up,
Withered are my cheeks,
But yet now I have to say,
No news of your from weeks.

I was busy, I didn't call you,
Even you didn't give a call,
I waited for text , for days,
I waited eagerly day whole,
But I am upset,
From the ego you have shown,
Because till now, no news of yours is known.

My day starts , once checking my mails,
My day ends looking for new notifications,
Your rude behaviour,
Had made your wrong impression,
You exist I have evidence,
But yet now,
No news of yours had shown existence.

Till my last breath also,
I would wait to see you,
Because I know you follow my words "be you" ,
I am waiting for news of yours,
I know you are fine, but I am not sure.

When I will breathe my last day,
Try to meet me in anyway,
Because I think, in my funeral also you won't be seen,
But for you, that day also I would be keen.

loly-ploy-loly
i lost my Bible holy
a priest found it
gave it a kiss
and i said  my Bible is this

Far being a silent world,
far being ocean;a noisy place,
I am in green world,
and mad in natures craze

I love fishes,octopus and sea-lions,
too like whales and dolphins,
But I love the nature most,
you know what I mean.

I love the morning alarm,
that is singing of bird,
I love the view,
deer grazing in their herds.

I want to tell something ,
the view that is best,
a mother bird with her young-ones,
caring them in her nest.

Where my thinking end,
from there this world start,
they are my best-friends,
all those lovely trees and green grass.