Its an open secret. June 11.2013 9.22 PM

I am literally expressing my anger disgust and sheer frustration to you

you very well know I am cosmic protected and curse factor is so intense that it can throw into pieces any one who put (s ) me and my biological existence into any sort of discomfort.

I am very serious darling
its not a bloody laughing stuff

I will not explain further.

Science is not peanuts June 09.2013 7.01 PM

Its a scientific love letter

I have often talked of  the following

gene language gene ecology gene metamorphosis 
and their gradients 

now put the above Pythagoras of genetics
over the energy concept 

Just read my earlier letter 

I am pasting the copy for your convenience 

I don't think you have existential profiles
independent of me'

here me is my bio logical existence
not the prowess I possess

you can NOT expect yourself to reach to that extent

I am writing a complicating science
probably I have touched upon in too many forms
at my different entries

make a energy cycle as follows

linear static rhythmic cyclonic syndrome and twister 
make a gradient of resonance

it will produce and prove 
empirical  equations
and the reality too

you can notice
I have made it a differential colored love letter

Now if you can synthesize the ibid

an artificial life can be created anywhere 

you wish.

How are you Deepika. June 09.6.2013

Its  definitely a disturbing letter

I will be hiding too much even then its disturbing letter

I have lost my rhythm of writing process

Science is not pea nuts.June 08.2013 5.21 PM

I don't think you have existential profiles
independent of me'

here me is my bio logical existence
not the prowess I possess

you can NOT expect yourself to reach to that extent

I am writing a complicating science
probably I have touched upon in too many forms
at my different entries

make a energy cycle as follows

linear static rhythmic cyclonic syndrome and twister 
make a gradient of resonance

it will produce and prove 
empirical  equations
and the reality too

LETS SAY ITS NOT REALITY JUNE 07.2013 11.47 PM

I don't think time comes so innocent
may be we happen to be

it doesn't spare
the hardy harsh

I have seen my acacias
cassias too
beauty and vigour

it has spoken to me
face at the faces

corners of my dark
I negotiate 

accolades of self
others too

I see the end
horizon may fetch

a little closer to you

I hardly know
what if

I come to 
and again

the horizons of mine

is it 
me and me

may be

LETS SAY ITS NOT REALITY JUNE 07.2013 12.16 AM

Today climate was talking to Delhi

I was silent looking at 
probably written invisible

I know sand dunes is a reality
with or without

its just like
relevance speeding past 
your worth

ghost reality
and me

passing crunch
bonded labour of mine

finding romance

thin bubbles of my heart

I salute Panna Dhai June 06.2013.10.22 PM

Panna Dhai was a maid in the service of Rana Sanga or Sangram Singh of Chittorgarh, India. She was a Gurjar (Kshatriya) lady of Kheechi clan. She was foster-mother of his infant son Udai Singh.

Rana Sangram Singh died in 1527 in the Battle of Khanua against Babur. Panna saved child Udai Singh from Rana's brother Banbir who was regent and wished to usurp the throne . Panna sacrificed her own child to save the prince. Panna Dai give the small Udai Singh to the bari (who collected used plates and was the only member who could enter the womans chamber in the fort) who took him far away. The child of Panna Dai did not know that he would be killed in the place of Udai singh. Panna Dai later on cried a lot but she was proud that she kept the shine of Mewar alive. To save him Panna Dai substituted her own baby in the royal cradle. Her child was slain, but Panna escaping with the baby prince made her way to Kumbhalgarh.

After Udai Singh attained youth he defeated his uncle and became the king of Chittod and later founded the city of Udaipur.