In course of knowing each other:
I will say, I am a crazy soul.
To me, Morning is bright and is
round in shape.

Evenings whereas glow saffron
covering and adorning
the entire sky,
like a dynamic fragrance
of a heavenly flower.

My life is almost a hypnotic shadow,
which I haven't touched yet,
sometimes it is spilling water
that I can or sometimes can't hold.

The extent of love, the extent of closeness
sea of loneliness, blueness of positivity
are few dews that have been wetting
the soft grass, which time nurtured.

When moments as I mentioned above
fills my heart,
with any emotion, with any question,
I pick my pen,
to find what's hidden deep into it.

To seek answers, of which
I have no address.

And now, After the invasion of a
echoing smile of your's,
the plant of certainty,
of a clear picture,
of glooming days and moments
have grown.

And I wish to nourish this
with both of my hands,
until it turns into a tree
below which I have a plan
to plan the name of our grand child
And While saying this,
I am presuming your assurance for this

and can feel your face within my hold
and see your eyes arguing for a better name.