flutters my heart... and flutters my whole existence... when u come and depart... come and depart ... unannolunced ... everytime... all the time...
i am poet when you are around... your thoughts surround... i m a miser for words otherwise...

writing is not a passion ... or a hobby . it is an expression of my being...

its time now when i no more know... but only desire... deisre of the unknown... memories of the past.

god bless my soul. and urs.. and the enitre world's

god bless god.