navu is not with me that makes the fight a little more tough. March.15.2014.23.16

Love
I am painting my love to you under the backdrop of a period say when navu was yet to join her school. We took a rented accommodation / flat for rs 700/- pm in noida sector 37. There was no furniture with us and we used to put our stay on floor with small time chatai and some chadars etc . I purchased a kerosene stove the candled one  from canteen. It was like our five star kitchen if I can paint well. Navu used to be an affectionate child and generally said I will take only that one toffee / chocolate . I am finding tough to fight with mosquitoes at present , I remember this was the scene with us at that flat too. But probably navu is not with me that makes the fight a little more tough. 

let pines cones tell they are beautiful.March.15.2014.22.59

I have often wondered
the legendary queen
death is not that bravery
nor is the limelight

let pines cones tell they are beautiful

I have heard nanak
gandhi tagore nirala
living is not rosy
roses do smile everyday
liquor is good
once in a blue moon
blue moon is itself a nightmare

let pines cones tell they are beautiful

mirrors are everywhere
they hardly need praise
let be silent
desolation is not good
let not bully the flowers
roses do smile everyday

let pines cones tell they are beautiful

deepika its an incomplete entry infact I stopped short the basic reason could have been I happened to have a rather misfit start as I do not like the way this phenomenon queen chose the life and ended in what I called hair stirring , one day I witnessed the same equation at nehru place where some females were showing a female patient leg ( practically looking like a half operated and left untreated ) for begging money, the scene literally spoiled my mood for a number of hrs, I know these bloody females were instrumental in hell non sense previously and now they were using bloody the other end of life. I am uncomfortable to write further. 

Let not entitle it. March.15.2014.21.37

Love you will wonder why the hell I have cached your this snap as well as one from my own web entry. I remember I told you of some professor or say lecturer at National college sirsa I feel he was Mr. dyal , he used to teach us physics. I remember his method s were nicely fashioned and focused , one day he put his best effort s to tell us of parallel  and series connections and current flowing through it and how to calculate the physics formula e related with this simple experiment using small time things two batteries copper wires electric meter called I feel some nano meter and of course some chalk to explain on the board. At exam s I was dude as I forgot what he wanted to emphasize. Mom was telling of her times and was too focused in telling that people used to share the life and senior and aged were respected and felt a part of the system and were never made realize that they have become a bloody liability and they never felt that age will make every body around them literally sick like of today time people of the live environs are god fearing master pieces who  simply wait when the buffalo is going to die and they will be able to poke their part of flesh you can say like.  

I ha ve heard. March.12.2014. 22.40

I have heard
wise
fools
mundane hearts

yet to draw a line
dotted is my heart
pains of its half
it throws

I skid 
all steps

I have heard

It says
drum beats
horizons
I see
yet to draw a line
dotted is my heart
pains of its half
it throws

I ha ve heard

I ask verbatim you r love. March. 12.2014.22.17

dark shadows
pitched they fail
I ask
verbatim
you r love
stands 
I ask
verbatim

dark may the other half
pitched they fail
I ask
verbatim
your love

dark may the other half
I will carve 
a graph
I ask
verbatim
your love

dark may the other half
I will strive
a hope
I ask
verbatim
you r love
deepika this entry is a little mix of orthodox writing of English authors types and a modern mix of single living vis a vis you can say laws of the land etc etc but its not that straight too. I have explained it as its a real mind storm vernaculars. 

I have heard you through the thins. March.11.2014.23.46

small moments

O' love

I have heard you

thro' the thins

of my heart

straight doors

open wide

till time

I beat past

O' love

I have heard you

let me see her

its my turn

O' love

I have heard you

through the thins

deepika you can add some lines from you.

Chinar kei pattei March .10.2014.20.54

 love
where you are standing and have spent a fortune to purchase a niche so to say whole of this land the so called bombay was sold out for an amount of Rs. one only. Probably I wrote on my webpage how trade is generated and how it produces the worth as well as the heat. If I say foolish slogans are heat and the qualitative decisions are the trade then it can prove the present worth of bombay in real terms as well as in other possible meanings.

I have written this love letter to you to say hello and these days I am passing time whilst learning some basic computers.