AND THE NON SENSE CONTINUED.

One day a farmer whose name was Des Raj Ahuja was sleeping in chilly winds in his farm on the sands just to look after his grains and water supply. God the Almighty got pleased with him at his dedication towards work for his extended family and family system. He the ultimate took a small wooden twig and left beside him. When he got up he saw this sturdy thing and thought to use it as his shadow in the dark for his mundane. Suddenly he went to some other world. This twig was order bound to grow and grow. Left over legacy of this farmer started sticking to this twig like a playing rod. BUT as the rod got higher and higher all were hanged to it. Suddenly all felt if we left it we will fall away. AND NON SENSE CONTINUED. 

Your heart.

Probably I told you whilst at Port Blair my room and toilet was frequently searched whether if a female is hidden with me. This search has not ended even till this late evening. On the one hand they want my help for exchange of old notes and on the other end they have sent Income tax notice to me and searched my bank accounts. One fine evening one of my smart co batch officer asked me can I tell my heart how I am related to Deepika Padukone. I said she will come and live with me for the rest of her life. He said sir ji I feel you are not understanding how big she is. And you are approaching your 60's. I kept quiet for a while then I recalled your heart. 

Heard me.

I have forgotten
Bougainvilleas

its not I have grown old
may dummy stupid

I search horizons

where I got lost

sometimes I ask stars
in broad day light

they oblige

may be

somehow
they have
heard me

Eventful Time.

Nothin deepika I got up, I know its not the way to raise up.Tomorrow is working day only. I thought to write something good for you then I felt I may be getting too much awakened. Yeah I miss you. I somehow miss you in an environment that surrounds Port Blair and my foreign tour segment may be you were always with me at that eventful time.

To find.

stars studded skies
when I saw
it asked
who are they

may be I dont know
little days
sharp to toes

I have run
days and nights

to find

I often ask.

I have often asked Pines
scintillating
beautiful you stand

majestic is cosmos
surrounds you
notes of thee


I have heard
reverberations
round the ways
clocks

clicking its time

I often ask

I am closing deepika good night have a nice time 

You are here.

clouds come
droplets of relevance
slide sharp
expanse of thee
I stare
as if

handful of rods
striven through
my palms bleed
pain shooting itself

morning and evening
I ask
how dusk and dawn
matched
small days of mine

may be
I have yet to know

you are here.

days and night full.

volcano s of my existence
eruptive aberration
oscillation of my heart
find hard

what is at my hand
I say quietly

whimsical ways of thee

I ensconce
may another day
shall come to

hardened rough soul
paint of love
thorns are painful

days and nightfull

SOMEONE IT LOVES.

I was young and agile
thoughtful days
nights seduced
what could feel like

itinerary of
I say to my heart
have you been

I searched
as if

horizons reverberated
I could make

it was you
some where

where I was

Port Blair asked
where are pearls

I loved it
to give you

someone
it loves

Hunger of the market.

Nation is a cake every one wants to have its best bite. I was telling of Economics. Peoples thought that may be majority this time could undo the reservation which is eating into this cake. Suddenly it came to notice that the gradients that go into making the cake were termites and seasoned arguments are given to kill howsoever sane stuff opines cake must be protected to feed hunger of the market. 

your chosen snap.

Love I have taken your chosen snap. May it help you to wooble your karambhoomi and my small living. Lord Krishna told to Arjuna no one knows how karambhoomi makes the days and nights put together. The person in power must know this equation lest the system fails itself. 

BROAD DAY LIGHT.

I have tried to upload one of your best pictures available at your pop page. Probably you knew it that I am going to pen down something that will storm the brains hearts put together on this earth. This house has witnessed hundreds of persons who enjoyed their best nights and I literally washed toilet ridden panties of beauty queen of earth at whelms of thee. All put their best to know what they did what I could be plausible at broad day light.

Lambein Haath.

I saw you at your innings with some film Padmavati. I hardly see movies but when you will come to meet me I may prefer to spend some time with you say just to promote your work. I know this world it moves in an un orthodox manner lets not pen down it. I know the psychiatrist talked to you but still he has not budged his filthiest way of lambei haath. I do not know why this happens but its a cruel reality. 

Other List.

I heard you were overwhelming at your happenings and said probably at your heart that you are give and give and give. I remember I told you I drove my maruti car 800 for a 2.5 lakh kilometers for all those beautiful peoples who avenged their hatred on me and still I spent my youthful 40 years just to please them serve them lets not use the word love as its boring. I seriously dont know if you will bother to love and live with me as your fan list is endless so is the other list.

shies a lot.

when you shall walk
hand in hand
may flowers be
shore of the hearts
magnanimous of lava
flowing
wavy its ways

I may find
see if
life has

a meaning

otherwise
this word

probably
vocabulary
shies  a lot.

tomorrow is Time only.

When I see reality lit large
I want to forget
may it helps
to fight
what I cant

I see you
some frameworks
some hopes

least known

I wonder

is it

that true

my nerves shrivel
so I

then I ask my heart

you see
tomorrow is Time only. 

In a house.

Some times by not giving personal disastrous end and starts mids as well gives something special to find at what is lost. I have seen females of colours at their whelms of happenings in metro but sad and sadistic part starts when they come to reside in a house. 

I WAS AT PORT BLAIR.

beauty
lets not say
what is this exotic word

I am sad
tumbles of crores of rupees
what the money can fetch

I have yet to know

my letter s
when I wrote
my heart not possessed
nor obsessed
nor it was brain

I was at Port Blair

memories are good
let Dr Harish Arora go out of India
for all time to come

When the sun shall rise
moon may say

lets come again. 

Good Night Deepika , I dont feel I could have written such a scintillating poem without you and your presence with howsoever thiny it may be. 

may I reply

Atires speak
bubbles on my palms
whisper
what they ask

I put my best
if it makes
can I
decipher a little

woven threads
beads of my

ask again
one by one
in unison

may I reply

Moments sake.

I remember Dr. Harish Arora paraded females resembling you where ever I happened to be in my mundane happenings. Some were really beautiful but probably they were motivated with what crores of rupees not. Now when bubble has broken I am all alone in my room waiting as if  you could have gathered some nerves to come me may be for moments sake. 

your panties.

you remember I told you I have purchased an auto machine it s so smart ,When you will come to me I can wash your panties without any hustle. 

Generations to understand.

you see 2007 is quiet far away at present still you never bothered whether if I am living at all. Hatred and RC Minhas probably telephones might have understood but humans may take generations to understand.

A scene at Mc D.

you must be remembering that using my ultimate powers of the universe faith of Islam was banned. I happened to sit along a couple/two friends, male was boasting of his bloody islam to his female friend and rather wanted my help to tell Mr Modi of the hapless scenario of self employed peoples. I have sketched a scene of Mc D. 

Too harsh.

Sometimes I do feel you could have come to share how I breathe about. Desolate ways are really harsh too harsh. 

Alliens as god makers.

our brain is a complex system of production of infinite bio chems based on feed back mechanism as its known in biology books not otherwise. I told you of a psychiatrist who mastered medicines and thought himself the bloody massiah. Aliens have similarly mastered in wavelengths through which they can manipulate this entirety bio functionality but they have gone little far far ahead and presumed themselves to be bloody god makers. 

More selfish.

I told you I paint love may be you are better at your place as it creates more paint. Had I been more selfish I would have asked you to come. 

A mirage.

sometimes I feel probably you are not in a situation to reciprocate my happenings may be it s shit of the world around. You see sometimes bad things may happen to be assets worth reckoning. I feel you may have uploaded this snap in the same equation but probably ground reality absence of reciprocity is practically equivalent to a mirage. 

Dracula .

Brazen thoughts is antithesis of existence I realized very late when confronted with stark reality quotients some can be told only in person. Such is horrific reality with me. Some time I feel to write a poem for you then suddenly I feel lets not. May be love as such comes to be confronting me in Dracula forms of what not. 

TIME SPARES NONE.

When India is burning because of poor brain I am again compelled to pick my pencil. I told you  of some tragedy queen Meena Kumari who earned the wealth at her time and time saw her weeping for a loaf of bread but she did not get even that. Probably riches are something that is only a theoretical theorem only. Its the system that has to cater for a roti when one is at disadvantage as time spares none. 

wishes.

I wish only you i.e deepika padukone could have access to this page.

some buds
laugh at me

mighty fluorescence
as if showering
out of blue

blues of
I have
traversed
spicules of my being

wishes
horses say
they are beautiful