INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 21 .12 9.05 PM

My Dad hardly had a life privileged with a fan during summer days.
The one I remember is a hand driven ceiling but like a big parda 


I live my Dad's life


I know its a notional in meaning


but love is what you conceptualize
else its just bullshit nothing


Its something otherwise too


probably every heart has own world


some match able


the rest remains the damn unfit nerves


When I see I am misfit every where
I do not remember my Dad 


my heart asks
is it a science


I say
probably yes


its says again
then explain


I keep quiet


I know 
my heart is itself the problem creator


but I always hide


the impossible notions around