may be.

I am sad
pensive
retired and hurt

lost all desires

empty runs roost

may be

I have some work

something for

it may not

worth is
I focus little

may be

miles I have to go 

The Center.

Probably you need to know again which I putting as a flashback now, I got married in 1984 and my wife suffered from acute illness, her brothers devised a novel method to trade their females and RC minhas was borne from the deserts, my family was forcefully broken and I surrendered the kids, time went on, Minhas brothers tried avenge with the help of Dr Harish Arora, all the in laws and this doctor combined to screw in different manners,  the matter went out of their control as every thing backfired. NOW EVERY BODY BLAMES me whilst you can very well understand I am simply doing nothing rather I am the victim of their collusion with each other this doctor being at the center and guiding every interested one. 

concept of fate.

Love when you are playing hide and seek yourself I am compelled to pen down even psychological parameters which I know will again be misused by the ones whom even I dont want to refer; when pathogenic interests overtake even most sanguine occurrences are used to/for meeting nefarious end meet. Continuous incidence lead s to cognizable life that further get reflected in the concept of fate. 

Those were beautiful days.

Love I am painting love of my small days. Dad was living in a kacha house made in L shape. There were 3 big rooms one small and a kitchen as an extension. It was supported by an elevated mud platform. There was a big tree ( acacia arabica ) on west just outside the room another tree called lasura in lingua franca stood beside this majestic rustic one. One small earther chulla was supported this side. I used to play with rustic friends underneath this kuccha make up. I remember we often used to pick pig spicules and put it on one side lest they pierce our skin. We never bothered of heat which sometimes even touched 49 degree Celsius. I can recall those were beautiful days. 

dirty disc s around.

lost horizon
haunts
at vacuum

struggle
to find

step by step

toddler spirit

know little

wealth of ocean

if it means

askance
remains

dirty discs
around

I keep my calm.

places
monotonous time
it often haunts

some moments
I got with you

freezed desires
often

I find
a little

time
it often grudge

those were

how far

I keep
my calm

where are you.

when sun shall
you may come

retired I feel

timeless equation
it traverses

harsh are
what shall
I say

moments
are asking

where are you