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Love
I am painting my love to you against the backdrop of my very very early days. I remember one nice day younger to my Dad brought a revolver from market. I could only touch it as it was too heavy. Dad was very happy at his prized possession. Village environs were considered to be uncertain during those days. Probably this was the reason for Dad decision. There was an L shape trench recently made for the night shelter when sudden sound of an air craft made us to rush into it for shelter as the bombing of the environs was considered an eventful happenings of those days. I remember Dad only tried once in that direction. Next night the air craft appeared in the sky but mom insisted to see it out of her inquisitive nerves. It was a full moon night . Dad probably hesitantly kept silent as it was feared that ones noise or movements could be the source of trigger. It was too late when actual bombing took place and mom felt the shock I could see I was standing with one hand fixed at her clothes. Next morning mom was taken seriously ill.
Love
this is what is really disturbing. I see people having faith in Islam but when you read this history I dont think any sane person on earth can avoid a real shivers of the nerves. I have read about misrules of China and Russia but love that simply vanishes into thins if the former is read. I dont feel people have read history. Sonia Gandhi was barking upon Modi I have heard by chance I dont think she is doing a good job at that.
any how have a nice time and do tell bollywood chaps if you want to make movie then tell the history in real shape otherwise better close your shops as you only make non sense nothing else.
You see
when I see altheas
petunias
they ask
tell us
why we and how
you can recognise
I hear
pause
find too little
may be
wait for
some
they oblige
I keep quiet
I know
they know
much
may be
I dont
when your little fingers shall say
I may find a meaning
of my blues
I have heard
the songs of the heart
nights and days
it belies
the meaning s
I have learned
may be today
tomorrow
day after
may be
after that
I see you
and your little fingers
ask me hard
I find
but feel
may be
its not
may be its not
Love
one day at my kashmir house tenure I asked a person who was a direct recruited and supposed to be bloody Dipeeka Padukone of the world. The question was kon banega crore pati whether amitabh bachhan or some one else how ever the exact question was regarding your onset on the silver screen with dhak dhak song : the reply what the computer ji gave was randi ka aana or jaanaa kis ko nahi pata : I was sitting at a tea corner its on the rohtak by pass whilst coming back from my village on my zen after attending the work I am supposed to handle, I was not having a bath no shave cut as the scenario over there is somewhat I studied in sociology the learned writers wrote when face to face scenario is there there is hardly a love factor and probably everybody is busy at cornering his pond of flesh may it be like shakrukh khan way of life aa galei se lag ja.
my heart asked why the hell I do not know where is my Deepika Padukone.
Love
I am painting you my love against a backdrop of that eventful days when black hole was invented and it also showed its profuse magnetism and the might of dark matter but it was rejected let the time come but love you remember that word and your snap that was just to clap.
jaspal singh kalra the greatest helper on the earth showed me the sanitize chamber for my research work. I lit the candle and I remember it was fire all around but I do not remember how I controlled the scenario.
but I have ignored to remember the fire of your hands.
Love
I am painting this love on a scenario of what is called black hole of existence. Making a movie and putting it a show business earns money the most ever rather ever prevalent motive force which a probably dying person can with stand the urge of forbidden bio world.
One such day only. Hostel No. 4 punjab university chandigarh. I remember its 2/6 room no. Bhanot an athlete along with sukhdev and friends were acquainted to me by the black hole only but of different connotation. I have forgotten the name of that himachali but his nick name has struck to my soul you may ask me when its required it will tell you at the last laugh too its haddigu : this man never paid his bills at the mess canteen and at some quickly arranged boos world to speak like. One day he was cajoled upon to behave but it proved to be wastage of time for all. I remember some shiv too. I think this was the brain of shiv only. A quick party was arranged and a single beer bottle was available for the three trio. It was only one quarter left when this man suddenly put his arrival. Now as usual the question arose how to handle the scenario. Shiv went to bathroom cum toilet partition and brought back the bottle filled to the brim.
this man was enjoying the beer I remember that too. I have seen your snap which is showing you has just to clap.
Have a beautiful moments with you.
