Do write to me of my flowers to you.

CP which once called as a bullshit horse house to rest upon, is what I am using as a backdrop to paint this love letter. I was standing with my acquaintance s after a night meals. I know I did not recall you the reason probably was the host was at the receiving end by a beauty and I thought I will be doing a dis service and deceit to his hard earned money if I even thought of you say for a moment etc. She is a teacher by profession and I have a very bad knowledge of this profession as the females do a bloody best possible drama and mahabharta with their hubbies and pour their whole shit upon them. Its now a days is prevalent practically in every profession and females have chosen to be skirty and skipy as a fashion or a facade to say like. CP is divided into three phases of life in one single day. day is business/professional peoples evening is holidaying ones and late evening is masalchi ones. I noticed a person/ waling vendor was having beautiful necklaces of freshen fresh magnolia buds. The fragrance was so scintillating it attracted my vision and psyche too.  

Nature plays its dug dugi ka tamasha over here.

I am not in a mood to write but lets see if I can paint a love to you. Our bio clock has a copy of the ages gone by and its transmitted not through genetic sources as such. You can say bio physics has un thought of riddles for the savvy brains but however I should say this aspect is most misused by all the peoples to meet their own interests etc. What is the approach to reckon with is never known as Nature plays its dug dugi ka tamasha over here. 

kyeion' nahi pushtein' itna bhi

madhur bol mehtha kathan
pyar kei fuul
aankho kei samunder mei

naa janei kitnei
jhuuth
eik eik dastak deitei hein'

kabhi kabhi
dusssahas kar uutha hei man

kyon' chuup raheitein' hein

kyeion' nahi pushtein'
itna bhi

where I stand asks my heart

alien land scapes
of my heart brain soul
body as well
ask me hard
where are you
I search for 
what may spell 
a reply
a response
with
within
without

I waver at 
my steps
at my own paths
some hazy
others I don't know

I see my own
melting
fast hard 
bit a bit
tarmac of my making
un making 
lets catch
its not what I feel
whispers
I tumble to catch
one by one

loose all

where I stand
asks my heart 

Its a ticklish aspect to say who is a better placed a non responding mundane or the pencil savvy heart. When we negotiate the live an ephemeral quotient is something that has to be surfed through irrespective of the fact whether its a competent point or not. Now if we add a romance factor its something a hidden threshold at one sides. Souring temperature of say 45 degree Celsius may turn to be attractive one for a cause. Its not a straight equation non the less. One may end a chaotic lot or may be it turn out to be a worthless equation all the time. I will continue.

or deepika kya siir fir gya hei tumara

I have already taken my psychiatric medicine and normally I should have been sleeping but sometimes tough heart simply fails to understand that bio chem howsoever potent and extent has limiting factor as it somehow can not create what a heart really  wishes for. I have often seen in my live environs people boasting of their possessed nerves possessed nerves situation possessed etc etc preaching advising suggesting having a what you say in american way of English disturbing the tranquility with their adages phrases orders and self made directorial dictates and the likes. I am happy therefore you aught to be happy. I am competent therefore you aught to be competent. or in chaste hindi ab bahut der ho gai hei bhagwan mei man lagao kirtan puja path hi sahara hei veisein' to' yeih sacch hi hei ki aap kei saath bahut nain'insafi hui hei par aab sathi milna or sukh milna aap jantei hein' bhaagon' ki baat hei. Kush raha karo ham to aap ko khush hi dekhna chatein' dil se, koi baat nahi kiran ka hubby tumhei jo bhi samajhta to' hei to' kutch aat pata sa , anu to' bhagi bhgai hi samjho to' acch hi hoga or deepika kya siir fir gya hei tumara  

my this half the other one as well

my this half the other one as well
asks
why sad is that mundane
not the one 
I paint

I tel him a small story. A story that has no end no start no mid no intervals may not be continuity or contiguity . One day I went to see her at her house. I knew the lost nerves of hers. I was calm pose as usual. Someone asked her go and say see off. I remember before approaching my etios I put my palms around her cheeks. The inquisitive saddened soul could not see my warmth and it fled away see its the crunch you have to adore. 
I was having an acquaintance in 8th standard some late mr.chabbra junior he was a fan of a math teacher who resided in my chopra wali gali surroundings his name has gone off my hard disc a well equipped mathematician of that time who demanded rs.150/pm from me for tuition I asked mom who expressed her helpless as the total amount she received from my the great ever possible trilock chand ahuja was rs.800 pm, I resiled  my fate and lost at mathematics , I was telling you of some late mr. he boasted of my definition the greatest ever possible he is you see helplessness, I could gather the vicious tentacles and nerve cum wisdom too. I have not changed the title of the letter may be its something lets not pen down.