Too harsh.

Sometimes I do feel you could have come to share how I breathe about. Desolate ways are really harsh too harsh. 

Alliens as god makers.

our brain is a complex system of production of infinite bio chems based on feed back mechanism as its known in biology books not otherwise. I told you of a psychiatrist who mastered medicines and thought himself the bloody massiah. Aliens have similarly mastered in wavelengths through which they can manipulate this entirety bio functionality but they have gone little far far ahead and presumed themselves to be bloody god makers. 

More selfish.

I told you I paint love may be you are better at your place as it creates more paint. Had I been more selfish I would have asked you to come. 

A mirage.

sometimes I feel probably you are not in a situation to reciprocate my happenings may be it s shit of the world around. You see sometimes bad things may happen to be assets worth reckoning. I feel you may have uploaded this snap in the same equation but probably ground reality absence of reciprocity is practically equivalent to a mirage. 

Dracula .

Brazen thoughts is antithesis of existence I realized very late when confronted with stark reality quotients some can be told only in person. Such is horrific reality with me. Some time I feel to write a poem for you then suddenly I feel lets not. May be love as such comes to be confronting me in Dracula forms of what not. 

TIME SPARES NONE.

When India is burning because of poor brain I am again compelled to pick my pencil. I told you  of some tragedy queen Meena Kumari who earned the wealth at her time and time saw her weeping for a loaf of bread but she did not get even that. Probably riches are something that is only a theoretical theorem only. Its the system that has to cater for a roti when one is at disadvantage as time spares none. 

wishes.

I wish only you i.e deepika padukone could have access to this page.

some buds
laugh at me

mighty fluorescence
as if showering
out of blue

blues of
I have
traversed
spicules of my being

wishes
horses say
they are beautiful