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my heart asks who is it
I say let me see
it goes on asking
I go on
let me see
it pauses
I wonder
what has happened
it politely says
have you seen now.
my desolate moments
taunt me
hei
unlucky chap
I keep quiet
shadows follow
as if
time has struck
a tone
a note
not known to me
I ask
is it true
I find
no reply
shadows laugh
some times
at me
may be
at other moments
on them selves.
Deepika you are politely informed dont put any sarcastic connotations to my pencil unthinkable cosmic powers its me only who is keeping them quiet else they dont bother of your systems etc etc.
I dont know I was looking for a snap with whom I can talk a little bit. Your most of the one s are too away from my choice of happening any how sometimes I feel I am not a good painter then I feel painting is not required infact.
Your om shati om has a minuscule touch if you have read my remarks of the happenings around let not be in a discussion pattern of my pencil entirety. I am very sad try if you can come.
I have taken this snap just to remain intact and see the music of time ahead. As I earlier told you my friend krishan sukheja has played a kapal minhas but further I am not supposed to pen down. He has boasted that hell with his nautanki he is not bothered I have further no comments.
I think I have written many letters to you and also have appreciated your intelligent nerves but probably you are not aware you are not equipped with that know how that can make you fight the mundanes. The paraphernalia which you happen to have around you is rather a hindrance to normal life and burden on your normal life and to a certain extent its an antithesis of existentials. I hope you can understand my English language.