what to pen down.

Deepika your this snap generally haunts me to the bluest ever possible. Apparently I remember your very first snap in bickney that you most probably experienced with my writing prowess. I was keenly observing the air crew of Air India and Spice jet to an extent that I literally holistically placed you in that module of existence and literally made a graph of your growth vis a vis my encounter of reality with you. Certain things I will not pen down for obvious reasons. 
I can not say whether I really love you
or love happens to fill the void of a genius
misfit every where
I always feel you at my hands length
that's like my Euphorbia royalana of botanical gardens of Punjab univ
a glimpse of light between 2 AM to 4 AM makes the universe come true for these tiny tots of Nature.

whether Nature sent you to confront me
or other way round
I have many thoughts postulates 

may be I love you
an ocean 
I have yet to realise

what to pen down 

my reality

I have yet to know painting love 
falling in love
loving some one 
which is a better choice 

when I see your snaps
and the boring stuff at tv
I seriously doubt my psychiatry knowledge

is that monotony and crunch
that bloody truth
my heart is stirred 

I say a little
it wants to find
a reply over the board

I know
its the nerves
with me

I have to paint
what I feel
the magnolias
of my reality

My heart that mundane

me and my inconsistency
often haunts me
ask
where are you
within without otherwise
me the docile
black holes of my existence
let not light be passed away
of your love
see if some one is there
who have the Einstein in her
to tell me why magnetism
I often recluse to my prowess
that shall say 
better take her mobile No.
you are that adamant not to give
people do the chores
to the might I have access to
but why you are so indifferent
ask my heart

I politely opines 
what will I do with that elusive number
I make my sand dunes
the entirety I possess
where is the need of oceans of elixir
that lies the word s of fantasy

my heart opines
its not reciprocal

I do wonder
why my heart
that mundane

Where are you my love

serene moments
ask me
who are they

some rabbits are in their Punjab Univ Chandigarh

I reply a skirty way
a few steps down stairs
visible to me through the panes
of my heart
that searches you 
this way only

where are you 
my love. 

I m waiting at chennai, spice jet at 12.05.

yes I have received your message but I do not know your address and your ware abouts as that I can not know from such message and I myself is again constrained as I told you earlier. Any how I am pen downing my poem for you but I dont like any body related to Minhas cursed environs is entitled to read it.

wings told me
what I forgot
pen of hand
may be it like s your presence either way only

I was lost
clouds reminded me frozen himalayas
lost are my ways
that's I know
from my heart
what probably you
well yes its what I forgot

it touched a land
may be I have yet to know

some one sitting next to
home is sweet

I have wondered
till date

why only sugar canes
speak this language 

Its another connote

I ask my fingers
write some thing new
new to my heart
eyes brain
body apart

I search how to ask
it can make
what I want

I somehow feel
may be
It have not 
what I say
mean a least

I ask again
once time
may be
its another
connote 

I spell hard

arrays spread large
large through 
through thy shores

it comes to me
may be 
a niche 
I have searched

desolate
deserted
scorch y
thorns of 
I spell hard

may be
I take 
resile   
the hall marks
I have
thins
of my heart

desolate
I spell hard