Monday, July 27, 2015

yes I do feel for being a celeb its a horrible tough non happening life for a female whilst for males its different as society accepts them and their masculinity factor whilst they enjoy the female sita factor only and deprive her of her ram as well. Its a paradox society can never evolve to understand what to talk of a change.
yes Deepika your profession factor can never allow you a person with a tag of husband. I know it very well. And the solution out of the lime light phenomenon under which you happen to live whilst every camera is waiting for your that very personal click to dilute your market value, I feel you can meet me only in the form of a say I am fan of yours etc. and I am that serious and sophisticated looking that camera person will feel not to waste time in putting any question.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Deepika these are phases of life only. That is why probably you click so many letters but it makes less sense as the day passes. These lines can only be understood by your Dad but not mom.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Nothing much your google snaps page is not opening then I thought what is there in bullshit snaps. I have taken my medicine and will be going to sleep say after 1/2 an hour. I dont have dreams but medicine after effects are certainly there. 
Deepika neurotic psychosis is one of the most dreaded mental disease which never gets eradicated. The person is like doll or a sarkari saand of the gone by era. I feel you may not understand this sarkari saand. Any how the person is completely unfit for being a partner or what should I say a normal person. This disease comes from the combination of a consent rape or forced rape when the male is also suffering from neurotic manic disorder thus rendering the sperm literally gone stray and the female getting lost in some ones other order of the day.

the brain of such person lacks in buffer and gets eclipsed by a dark phase and an euphoric phase thus the so called sarkari saand effect. Its very tough love. Its an expert parlains. 
Deepika you may become very sad to know that sunita minhas has become only a deranged brain as of now. Its a horribly pitiable scenario just have a word with your psychiatric doctor what I mean to say /


just say my hello to your mom Ujala dad parkash padukone and your sis : do convey them I understand the uncertain horrible equations of life and very well understand how Nature plays its dug dugi ka tamasha. 
Are you there Deepika : just show it on your fingers. I dont have any super natural powers with me at present. 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

every day life comes 
with so many dresses
none for me

my heart asks
I have understood
old age has come

I wonder
how come
sane nerves 
are striking at the corridors
of non sense
always with me 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I seriously write only for deepika of Ujala and Parkash Padukone no body else in any manner

my heart says
look love
over there
here too

I put my palm
fingers crossed

what my heart
has found of the blue

time has got
fetched with winds
it whispers

I am lost

what it means

Monday, July 13, 2015

my heart says
can you write 
something
away from this land
of snakes and scorpions

I wonder
what my heart wants to tell

I tell 
look its life
and no body can ensure
what you are scared off

it keeps quiet
I thought 
a sense might have got
learned by it

suddenly it says
then
write of roses

I take a deep breath

from where should I bring
its eternal wish.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

I was focused at a video ( scientific ) how earth crust  gets eaten up by itself and gets another shape somewhere else and in return the mega land masses move to a different location thus changing the shape of world / earth over a time clock of thousands of yrs if not million etc. Nothing I wondered if you like this or not . 


my tethered half
the other one 
not feels 
a better

ask me

what actually happiness
looks like
if not feel like

I shiver
at the consonance

hard to hear
what to reply


Friday, July 3, 2015

your snap, I have searched manually as system has taken the first one instead, then I thought let it be, love is kaleidoscopic if one has heart to decipher it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

my heart 
a child with me
often asks
love 
why cant you remain
a happy lot

I take long 
a real long pause
it says love
have you heard
I said some thing

I somehow gather 
a little strength

you see
I am fearsome

it retorts back
of whom

this happiness
I whisper

but 
it refuses to listen