The Gita.

No body can replace in ones life his or her father, but its something happens that father happens to be there but he either is not a father at all or not in a situation to provost his fatherhood. In such cases wolves dogs and cheels they make their best bites. One should make it a discernible point and understand these charachters and make a niche for their survival but supposing this bloody one is also suffering from psychiatric disorder. Then may sometimes whole mechanism fails and Pattaya becomes the Kashmir and Ooter Ooter is the Gita. 

fansi ka fanda.

one day a female was gunned down as a penalty award somewhere in North West province so called afghan areas. Her crime was she was sexual partner to the so many males that happened to be sepoys of some militant outfit of that geographic area. Male has its dominion effect that it feels it has the right on a female and on others as well but its dominion better not infringed upon just like its in monkeys. females has the plethora of aspects as social syndrome does not accept its sexuality and awards her with different hell of criminalizes etc etc. As earlier told you British era say from some 1200 AD etc dethroned the Indian legacy of polyandry and polygamy as acceptable to society and laws under different sacrosanct or sanctorum sanctity. It was a workable situation as the malikana hak was subdued by social norms and thus conflict order failed before it could develop. Then the new age of womenhood and kejriwal even dethroned the legacy of a hidden wife of Modi under the garb of purity of what not added by historic facts of recent origin. Laws were naturally made by these very cranks written in an abstract meaning. Now the situation is water water every where not even a single drop to drink if dared to drink the fansi ka banda will catch you as liberal democracy has plethora of systems of litigation s prolonged on endless basis and total absence of sanctorum factor and extra activism of what not. 

no reply.

pandorabox of my being
asks
why cant you share
it stop short

I smile
of its being with me

then it opines
may sharing
its the buzzword

the least known

books have retired
torn
rotten ups

but it remains
how to share

I smile again

what to share

find
no reply.

may be.

I dont think you have encountered psychology let not talk of psychiatry for the moment. Broadly speaking there can be a concept called rigidity of thoughts. Ofcourse, it has plethora of variants. But have you wondered ever before why this stupid mind set ups sprouts at a first instance of the understanding of the concept. There are obviously many reasons to it for a thinking brain. But love this is a bloody cesspool of mundanes which probably fails even the most.

any how your this snap you probably got it for me specially. its good. well good for the warmth quotient . I will write a poem for you but I think I told you of some professor who was lets say delivering lecture on leadership and its traits. Yeah when your eyes are not in my vision I feel less to write but even then some how you remain intact with me. She was a kashyap Hall at psychology under any reckoning. You see these I am unable to recall vocabulary sanctity sanctorum they somehow get evolved to reply any question but not say there is bullshit something beyond. When they face beyond then their atta chaki smartly becomes bloody ramdev who can answer any question of bullshit doctry. wait.

my heart says
lets travel
beyond
tourists can do

empty roads
say
why are you here

it opines
I have come to know
of you

it interact back
we are
unaware of
empty of
what you feel

it looks
kid at hand
plays
empty thoughts

may be

its the way

you are.

aerosol
look I am here
rhymes strikes clouds

say its not
wilds of my hearts

I have wondered
lifted sands
make
what could I say

dark
pale and blue

I look
where
where you are  

to know.

when I was young
I was not happy
sad as well

may be I didn't know

when heat was scorching
shades were few
sands burnt the steps
I was walking

may be I didn't know

when showers were thoughts
clouds horizons
I saw winds were hot
dry and thick

may be I didn't know

my heart asks

but where was the need

to know.

how are you.

when I was naive
new and one
morning and evening
it often ask
how are you

storms are beautiful
my tutors told
once in a mood

I saw
I could never understand

morning and evening
do say
how are you