where that heat has gone.

Pakistan hackers along with Chinese cranks crashed my system with their virus software but they do not know they are rather going to get dethroned by virus only. My heart asks till such time they meet their own end can you write a poem for it. I see the stars and find if I can really write a poem for you. I dont know whether poems serve any useful purpose at all. 
a spell of air
asks me
we have no emotions with us
why you worried of your vacuity
I see its tones
feel the pulse
see if there is some substance
worth it
with or without

In my small days
I used to sit at grain stock
when sun clicked 50 plus
two cots some gunny bags
I made a shade 
heat was my companion
but I was cool
without my medicines

I dont know
where that heat has gone.

sometimes I see the horizon and at other I see just around, you are no where I know very much. My heart asks dont play bloody bullshit filmy tamasha I have had enough with me.

I may not be fine Deepika but how does it matter at all. You will wonder why I have written so, you should rather ask yourself why you have not contacted me in person till date. 

have you ever wondered why your mom is part of your bio sphere inspite of the fact she is a completely different existence as known to you, I pick my key pad , some times too hesitantly , as my heart asks you have presumed Deepika to be a part of yours but have you any thing worth the name to tell me how its a reality non the less if not being what should it says I may not be correct or may be I dont know.

I do not know much of mine. Sometimes I feel you are an exotic being around and me a difficult one to my self even, may be my emotion less vacuity filled life , hotel of mine in other words is transparent reality , my heart looks for the mirage whilst it knows very mirage hardly can bring reality and if reality is bestowed upon by Nature who knows how sand dunes take their own turn and vanish at their sweet wish leaving behind again the lonely heart. 

I am not responding as I feel may be your ground realities are something which I have yet to know.

better you say direct.

Nothing love I just wanted to say good night to you : I was searching some of your snaps but all said better you say direct.