Monday, September 14, 2015

This is a public letter



Deepika I am compelled to pick my pencil. Satya Parkash Minhas and Kapal Minhas started selling their mother to the manager in 90-91 deal failed as the lady was too old then they started with bholi i.e Neeta Minhas on the pretext that her hubby is busy with sex with maids but deal did not finish as manager was not ready to give the cash then they offered sunita minhas to him but deal failed as riddu came into and RC Minhas took over the war of hatred now you will say RC Minhas is dead why the war is going on I will say love who the hell realises that he and she has become RC Minhas on ground reality. 
Nothing Deepika I am sick very sick today, viral fever has literally made my backbone pain like I cant tell you, I was thinking had you not been busy at your work you must have come to me to atleast give me glass of water.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

is it not enough



dark and white 
crystals of my heart
I have yet to make
see if 
it fits at all

my soul whispers
is it not enough









Saturday, September 12, 2015

asks my heart.

narrow 
stinky
why the stuff is so boring
asks my heart

daffodils smile
where the crowdy crunch
find its fag
end 
end is thy world

asks my heart

I know
its with me

a time
a spell 
comes
with another quest of mine

some laden
shallows

I ask instead
lets see


Friday, September 11, 2015

Deepika through you I am conveying this message to my real sister that I am not interested in any female reason is that the moment a female happens to live with me all my assets which are the bonafide right of ricky only will go to that female. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Deepika I was thinking to discontinue writing poems to you as I feel it is creating a havoc situation some where , which I never intended. If at all I discontinue then  I dont have a life line to survive the pathetic life which I have happen to live with so kindly suggest after discussion with your mom ujjala ( I am not using this letter for any body else except that you yourself on earth ).

Monday, September 7, 2015

I smile again

I search the buds
they are fresh'n fresh
time has just smiles
wonders of Nature
I look one by one

I know
time has buds
I know
I have fresh'n fresh
to match the smile
hearts'n at hearts
of mine

some how it says
I am the ultimate

I smile again