Time left by.

probably its something difficult to know what could turn out to be a stale story and one that can make the hearts throb. There is no harm in taking some snaps of your world but then noses do matter . Neither kiran nor anu nor kiran hubby could visualise that we happened to take a path that was a literally hazardous. Kiran was emphatic that her google is google only. We noticed etios was literally vieing a camel whilst negotiating the pot hols full of water to the brim. I was happy with all of them as there was no bloody duryodhana dhratrashtra and gandhari with us. I knew the cell calls , u-tube has posted the devastating tsunami many a times. But love time you never know even if you are President of United States whilst I am a bloody clerkia aukat around but I was driving it smooth. It was a long journey indeed under any reckoning considering my driving experience at odd hrs , probably I told you I used to start from chandigarh to delhi after 11 PM as a default value and hanged around sector 17 but I was happy with my kids and the strenuous journey was only deepika padukone for me. We stopped at a road side dhaba for a cup of tea. The serene environs were so good try to come early we will go that tough way to have a look at the time left by. 

her chapati s .

yes when you will come here you may find the environs too boring and monotonous and may feel like to run away from this place may be to your own world.
it was kiran only who told me how to live as I was practically lost to the tethers  as hope to live and will to live got lost when kids got lost in the illusion of hatred and they were so spoon fed that I lost every chance of revival of normalcy in the brains. But probably kiran knew that life has to move may it be of any type inspite of the fact that I am a horribly read bio student. Kiran is also a bio student her dad believes that a person who has not read sciences his development can not become complete. Probably he is having certain thought processes absolute truest to the times. I was with her at sirsa and her mom gave me a light weight fabric razai , when you will come you may find it very cozy and fit your taste of happening. but I do not know whether kiran will be here as she makes very tasty roti. You may mis s her whole time once you have eaten her chapatis.

a little more.

Morning has attired
fragrant fresh 
spells of yours

some say
a note
Nature writes
in its hand

I see through
the thins

is it true 

you are 
near a little more

ask where you.

flying eyes
vultures of my being
throng me out 
in 
ask
where are you

I say I have 
time over time
but she is not here

vultures of my being

come and feast upon
what I have

ask
where are you

My heart opines.

Nothing Not much I dont know life the word itself is an enigma least known . filmy world is something have you seen a game where plastic container /cup has soap water and a connected pipe inside and one meant to blow off the bubbles and bubbles travel in the air space near and around you.

yes its quite a usual query whether it s the heart or the brain who is capable of writing for creativity purposes but its probably very tough to reply and sciences practically do not know it. The division of brain as studied or known is quite different to the actual reality. Any how I dont know why I write love letter s to you . or in some tone you can say what purpose its going to have at all if any. 

I often ask
why lonely nerves
strike
and leave trails
unfinished
un handled

surfing is tough

may be
you are not there

my heart
opines. 

my heart feels.

How are you love. I am not comfortable even in my house. you know when you not with me every thing is uncomfortable . Any how. 
petals of morning mist
flowing with showering 
waves of my heart
say
hei
good morning

I walk step n step
slow n fast

may be
a step
a little
closer

my heart feels 

or something else.

Probably I told you I hardly have any taste for music , it would be seemingly too haughty expression you inner half may react so but its a truth I have literally no taste for music. I would like to sit with you to see some good staged arts but again I am very scary as the people let not express myself probably my age is not that young to write that as I have often seen the aged being abandoned for themselves to develop survive life at their disposal.  any how probably you have become dheeth to not to come here.

I have often wondered
why I pick my fingers
just to write 
what I can feel
you may like

in absentia

sometimes
it feels like
as if I write

say for the writing sake

then I have hardly
some thing to talk to

so 
you may be my music
which I put on

but I dont know

whether its the music
or something else.