In a house.

Some times by not giving personal disastrous end and starts mids as well gives something special to find at what is lost. I have seen females of colours at their whelms of happenings in metro but sad and sadistic part starts when they come to reside in a house. 

I WAS AT PORT BLAIR.

beauty
lets not say
what is this exotic word

I am sad
tumbles of crores of rupees
what the money can fetch

I have yet to know

my letter s
when I wrote
my heart not possessed
nor obsessed
nor it was brain

I was at Port Blair

memories are good
let Dr Harish Arora go out of India
for all time to come

When the sun shall rise
moon may say

lets come again. 

Good Night Deepika , I dont feel I could have written such a scintillating poem without you and your presence with howsoever thiny it may be. 

may I reply

Atires speak
bubbles on my palms
whisper
what they ask

I put my best
if it makes
can I
decipher a little

woven threads
beads of my

ask again
one by one
in unison

may I reply

Moments sake.

I remember Dr. Harish Arora paraded females resembling you where ever I happened to be in my mundane happenings. Some were really beautiful but probably they were motivated with what crores of rupees not. Now when bubble has broken I am all alone in my room waiting as if  you could have gathered some nerves to come me may be for moments sake. 

your panties.

you remember I told you I have purchased an auto machine it s so smart ,When you will come to me I can wash your panties without any hustle. 

Generations to understand.

you see 2007 is quiet far away at present still you never bothered whether if I am living at all. Hatred and RC Minhas probably telephones might have understood but humans may take generations to understand.