Some of my poems haven't been so well scanned
I think I shall have to make a contents of well read ones

1.THEIR NAPE 2.MY ROMANIAN LOVER 3.WE SHALL SURELY MEET AGIN

666.ONCE YOU ALL SWITCH TO FREE VERSE THINGS WILL GET

Worse
a curse
Loved has made all forget
what was poetry and verse
and the bestest critique we all know ,
will my cruci-fixation rehearse

ere that happens guys go back to your archaicity
and
leave my precious verse to and for me..

Perhaps a little factual variation may be helpful

A phallus is an erect penis,
the testicle (from Latin testiculus, diminutive of testis, meaning "witness" of virility, [1] plural testes) The primary functions of the testes are to produce sperm (spermatogenesis) and to produce androgens, primarily testosterone
sperm sperma (meaning "seed") and refers to the male reproductive cells...
ovum meaning egg or egg cell) female reproductive cell or gamete.

I am not much into music, but I know

Human life is cyclic
what goes, comes around
we all have observed the snows melt,
gorge down rivers and streams
then take flight as invisible,
as invisible can be
and
then reach for the sky and back
to the hills, home,
that's why after so many years
so many have called me
an incarnation
a bard and so on
now perhaps Maestro .
How I wish I were one,
even a trace would do
but all that I now can say
is I adore you.

When to Withdraw THIS IS JUST A VIEW NO POEM

The idea of withdrawal
Comes to mind once in a way.
The question is when to?
Earlier we knew, we were being read, now apart from limited comments,
We can't even know,
Whether we are being read at all
so should we withdraw?
if so when
Administration may attempt...

SNIPE ONE

Such beautiful eyes
are they for real
or an artist’s creative imagination
of a beautiful soul
upon your eyes lay lips of mine
a smile shall do
and
when you close your eyes
and open again
the love that ensues
will bind you

SNIPE2....

So do I
as your voice reverberates
across the continents

On this not so sunny
but chilly enough noon
I appreciate this poemic comment too,
and
hear your voice
Dear friend...

snipe 3.....

If death,
be the finale of life
could be so simple
and sweet,
doctors would be beggars
on the lonely street

Now even God has to seek permission
to enter an ICU, where
wires, signals and methodology
read only computerised interpretation.

You seek calm
on her bosom
how do you know?
that it couldn't be reverse.
a rendition
By Almighty
who so ever he may be

Of Poetry!

Well to my semi dwarfed mind
without knowing the nuances
of concoction of poetry,
save verbal criticism
I feel the power of sharing
what one knows or deems to know,
with ones brethren

I need not be read , when there is no need to be ,as Freestyle poetry has been germinated by me What shrapnells now can you cast at me .
PLEASE DO COMMENT ,How -so -ever
sharply.

''WE ALL ARE JUST PASSERS BY
AS TIME PASSES US ALL BY''

I have composed countless poems

As you know
Since I have no fixed mind ,
nor fixture of mind,
I am an unique entity...

No two poems of mine are alike,
as i believe in variety
Loved Style,
All my while .

I stand in no row or queue
of recognition ,
as I know twill never come,
when I am alive .

But then it will be too late
Posthumously
which they will.