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shabdo kei galyarei sei
come on love
that bastard kumar vishwas has spoiled the Hindi language itself as I wanted to use the word shu leina but it stinks love
let my heart say
I love you
moments come
fly past
catch me hard
is it you
my heart says
may be
may be not
is it
my nerves search you
inside me
out thy
come love
I fade
words say
its hard
Love
I am painting my love to you on the backdrop of 1959 to 1965 but I will be sketching only a single trait you can feel like. If you give a command to Google earth and your system can bring a bird's eye view of village mirzapur. My Dad house has a huge entrance supported by a concrete door frame the wooden door or say gate is no more visible and just enter the house take 25 steps and look towards your right. It was the location where a hand pump stood tall to the happening days of my dad. I remember dad never fetched water for me he always wanted me to be self reliant . I was too small when I learnt how to pull the pump just by observing neither mom nor dad but some peoples employed by dad or some persons who happened to take water from his pump as hand pump was a luxury at that time to speak like. I remember there used to be a small gathering practically all the time s of reckoning to my small nerves.
I used to take a small iron bucket fill it with water and take a glass it was bronze I remember and have a wash /bath with no under wear of any sort. I remember it was tough time but sooner or later I learned how to do the job.
I have cleansed my bathroom I thought Kiran will say uncle is bullshit psychiatric medicine addicted chap and hardly bothers for keeping the things intact. I have done a quick wash to the bathroom. Kiran is not well he just telephoned me and I think bombay is not that far away too, may an air plane can bring you here.
Love
I have cached one of the most exotic and romantic snaps of thy I can feel you from these what should I say electronic hearts. I was telling you of my those eventful days when river gaghar was put on embankments so to say like. I remember I told you of the romance of life and how your bullshit movie makers can not even think of what the hell I have happened to write of. One nice day a school friend told me that river is flowing at its full stream. I am painting a love based on the backdrop of say 1963-64. We started at around 3.10 PM. I can not remember the date but your snaps are so scintillating beautiful that my heart is saying better create a date. I have already created a date for you and that is printed at your heart my love. It took about half an hr when we reached a place where waters were rushing at such a horrific speed that any body may get shivers out of the mere scene of its ferocity. We sat quietly along the upper most reaches of the bank I could see uprooted trees with big trunks were flowing as if they were catching the confronting one like Milkha Singh. But there was no chance for us to leave the place in hurry nor we gathered strength to touch the waters probably my heart wanted to know the touch of yours first. yes deepika its absolutely true my own brain gets swirled up at my own writings.
Love
generally I take your snaps with others when a certain what should I say your acceptance is felt otherwise I simply dont take. Lady Diana fiasco is something that stirred the people who happened to be say so called liberate or say literate etc. Its a well known factor she was profusely beautiful and was accepted by the royal family because she belonged to an environment where delicacy or say common sense is recognized as a basic precincts of life. But love you never know what is the outcome. If you had have met sunita minhas in university times or even much later you would have given her a certificate that if a good girl exists that is only sunita minhas no body else on this bullshit earth. Well ! probably I have written what may storm the brains on earth. Lady Diana cold not understand that royal tag comes with a price tag. You can not behave like bloody Mayawati or bloody Kejriwal or say some bloody crank advocate or bloody Anna Hazzare or Kumar vishwas the greatest poet of earth damn it yaar, there is a limit to nonsense. I was talking of Lady Diana, its true she suffered from a psychiatric disorder. Its just equivalent to that of sunita Minhas. The person suffers from a complex whereby he or she feels at top of the world and bottoms down at other times I am cutting short but this patient ie. Lady Diana had another illusion whereby the person feels that her sexuality is something like bloody Cleo patra and the like. I remember she herself accepted that Charles is a frog but love that is not the way to understand life as a frog is not a frog in sciences. If you happen to be in my bed you may also conclude like that only. I feel this explanation is sufficient the rest is a history.
Love
your this snap is something say 8 star standard. I do not know your environment much but whenever I get a chance to see something I feel a real non sense around. May be like what should I say well very very difficult to describe the filth and I dont feel like wasting my energy to do this damn job. Some times I feel what would have been had there been no snap of yours. I have seen the toughest nerves or say the excruciating moments of life but again I feel may be you have been sent may be for me only. Probably this is what you are telling me through this electronic method so to say on ricky way of understanding the life around.
Love
If I can remember life was never rosy but you may have noticed I clearly tell you that I always paint roses. I remember by the time I could understand a little of my responsibility and the like road connecting sirsa to mirzapur was having a different scenario as the bus started running via kutawadh -its a village at midway. I remember I have used this route too frequent to reach my village when mom and dad lived their with their family and the like. I remember bus used to stay for half an hr at kutawadh and conductor took a long time just to relax and eat something just in no mood to go further as the bus hardly had any sufficient persons or say passengers to carry forward. It used to be very late at night when I was at Mirzapur. May be mom and Dad evoked a relevance that could make my system to understand that its the only life and I actually remember I never felt exhausted or bored. I dont feel ricky and navu have such phenomenon with them. May be shakunis never allowed their complete development.
Love
some times I feel this pc is bullshit more lucky to me as it possesses you whilst I continue to run my pencil you are no where near my house. Some bullshit auto wala did encircle it showing its bloody affiliation to damn kejriwal etc. Now a days New Delhi International air port is quite a different scenario. It needs an extra sense on both the persons coming and receiving to enable smooth pick up. If any ego happens to strike anywhere at the brain functions then only god knows how to locate the person. Now a days when ricky and navita come they come and go but I feel a little uncomfortable so to say. The mechanical way of New Delhi has changed a lot on concepts and perception levels and one has to tell to itself that its now a changed life style. If you love a person you happen to see her his ever possible glimpse or touch to enable your soul be a little comfortable as coming brings a different shower so does the departure but love these nuances are not easy to understand for those who are either bloody shakunis or some relative eg your father mother and sis can never understand what the hell I have happened to write.
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