FLOWERS OF RAJPATH 6.22.11 9.48 PM

Darlin I am sorry I have forgotten your name

I am very poor at memory

You know its a bliss in disguise

You will say how come?

simple !!
it spares infinite bio software to invigorate your senses
for a better half of your being around

but one Psychiatric hidden aspect I shall share with you

poor memory obviates the process of one being vulnerable to extreme fixations

Yes !!
You got my heart
Kiran K.... kk...kkk...
yes love !!
Sharukh khan was at his best in that movie
but incidentally I also forgot the name of this movie

Probably I saw it in a theater at CHD

I am not a bollywodian by taste

you will simply laugh
I forget my house No. itself

but my GPS is simply horrible
I can link the plasmatic expenses to this bullshit earth

You will not get surprised
again reason is very simple
the electronic life represented in an American movie is too too recent

Any how !!
do tel
how are you

have a nice time

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH 6/21/2011.11.08 PM

Probably you have seen this bullshit ghost house many a times in which I have again picked my pen to surf through your heart

I have not seen your work
the reasons are too known to you

I like company only

And there is hardly anything
that matches my psyche

may be
your aura speaks of my univ life

the snap is of special importance to me

You will ask why?

but darlin
I am too too introvert

whilst at the memory lane
you have a special space at my heart

well !!

do come
I shall make a cup of tea for you

don't worry about the controversies surrounding me

I am Ajay Ahuja only

I generally avoid my cell too
but
Now I have used to click at the speaker button first

I do have confidence
I will recognise your voice

with Love

I am crossing my neutrality threshold to give you my no.
its 09868940255

inflorescence June 9.51 PM .14.6.11

meire ghar mei
kuch puranei bartan

is bar meri kanteen mei
kuch fragrant sa

socha tum aaogei to'

I know you are looking at me

but come at an early date.

do remember I will never allow
the bullshit bapa ki dunia

but love

I tell you one secret

there is a ghost and crank psychopath country
its called China

I tell you anther secret

I can thrash this Red hierarchy

with my human brain

with lots of love

ajay ahuja

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..June 11.1.13 PM

A day after, when the scientific world has crashed and imploded on itself ; I have a meaning out of their mess created around me.

I know you are Farah hussain

But I hardly remember my names

you might have seen this bullshit ghost house

but I have yet to know myself

Pakistan is not far away place from this damn house but darlin I am literally lost genius. I am literally Euphorbia royalana syndrome. But if you endeavor to come to India I shall be waiting you where you happen to be.

one is there: I am too too simple by taste

but I will love to have hot chocolate fudge with you at CP at Mc Donald.

with love

ajay ahuja

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH June Ninth 11, 1.33 AM

me and my lonely heart

I often talk
as the wavy paths
traverse on my psyche

I know
Raisina road

it has a meaning
every day
I wake
the reality
it fights

I search you
at every face
I do encounter

awakened
or
else

kalakadar

I have a name

I know
love is beyond

I do
utter
at my heights

I know
a day after
you shall come

but love
do remember
I have
the filthiest world
around me

A Heart Speaks

the ocean I saw

Now when I struggle
the paths
of my own makings

I search you
as I stride hard

some time you lost
I stumbled
to reach to your arms

I ask my self
who I am
as you breath
close too fast

the soft of your words
you spoke
when I waivered

the sighs
hidden at
I speak to
when I see
the horizon

I search
till I retire

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH ..June 3rd 11.1.24 AM

A moment when I again lost the purpose of my being around

I have recalled you

probably my staggering feet have evoked a sense to fight again
with my own self

Rajpath my karam bhumi

I take shadow
under your Himalayan hair
the scorching heat
the mirage effect
I get hallucinated too often

the other moment of my reverberated
relevance of unison
the thoughts of oblivion

I take step in step
in your aura

to realise
where I got lost

my Euphorbia royalana syndrome
probably shall never allow

to decipher
the depth of your beauty

but I do know
Love is complete in itself