Good Evening Mr Toyoda. June 23.12 8.42 PM

My dear Toyoda


I know you have exhumingly work schedule


My be you'r hooked to, at now


I am writing a poem for you on existential basis


You promised me Lexus Diesel highest model along with Fortrunner Diesel highest model


Darling my wait quotient is infinite for war and love put on peace frame work




I know promises to be kept


woods may be deep enough
to sane nerves proliferate.


I plan to visit your outlet at Gurgaon Delhi India
Yes ! Grace Toyota


nothin my reserved people of India have dented it too much


I know its a sad dist behavior of the brute force


But its a part of our life


have a nice time


shall see you through email
but don't send dummy message


I believe in straight talks 

MORNING LOVE JUNE 23. 12 .3.23 AM

I have searched the faces
too instinctively


may be some one
that may smile


my heart often opines
Darlin why don't you smile a bit


I keep quiet
but its queries haunt me
the last laugh of mine


I know
faces are infinite some
but why don't you


may be you are busy at your work


too occupied at the numeric s


I the docile
too naive
the spellings 


that can make my love


a bit 
closer to you


today is Saturday : I hope I may see you at work


written for lady officer of Bank of Baroda Defence Colony New Delhi.




closer to you
I may stand
if you really know


the dunes


I make for you


I know the world is watching me.
but I really don't know where are you.

INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 22.12 9.14 PM

I know 
I am too introvert


my heart says
darling I want to talk 
some one


that's mine


I see the horizons
mundane too


scan the cosmos


may be 
your voice 
have some nanonic parts left


my heart opines


create a mirage of mine


I do wonder


why my heart doesn't know


what I say it too often

INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 22 .12 . 7.59 PM

Today when I was dethroning the lies of the world

I did recall you
but I really don't know

why I remember you
whilst its known on my head

the thorny bushes
the arid zones
the endless horizons

Is it we have to live in ellutions  only
may be the replies are questions itself

my heart says
darling you are going younger
as the days pass by

I keep quiet

I know my heart
but I do wonder

when
my heart shall know me

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

INFLORESCENCE JUE 17,12 12.43 AM

me and my heart
stolen by the hypo crates


ask me 
at every second


where is my love


I ask instead
at every corner
beauty is there


but darling
you are that beautiful


no one accepts you
a fit guy around


some see your physique
the golden guys
the empty lines
the destiny of
wisdom infinite


the mirage of my love
strikes
as if




my love is just at my hand's distance


while I know


tu kahin bhi nahin hei

LOVE FEELS EXPRESSED ON A WASTE PAPER JUNE 14.12.10.02 PM

A day after
I saw you working
little fingers of thine


I did wonder
why  distant dreams
floated
I remained at work
catching some.


I put my best
but lost in oblivion


I still catch
some of it
oblivion strikes back


I do feel
the lost moments
that make live
some of your moments


Some how you make me understand


how it happened
I lost faith
Wherever I thrive hard


I make sand dunes
Love !! you bestowed
at a factor of chance


It gets blown away


I make a mirage
of your being around


A mirage of love


dew drops
lit large with
the fragrant feels
you gave


I still search
some of them
touching my heart and soul


I do ask myself
why you couldn't afford
a few steps


I take
every eve
to find
Where my love got lost.


written for lady officer of Bank of Baroda Defence Colony New Delhi. India.who handled my case of loan for my flat at Noida.