vultures.

Love!its not a time of love writing as I am having working day today. your work I know its toughest. Sometimes I do wonder you may not be having time enough for love. It all makes love letters more imperative as its serves some purpose non the least but then vultures cry hard.  

I keep quiet.

I do not know if you remember my love letters written in nostalgia of what not. I was standing at main road port blair in evening hrs visualising you as some couple strolled along gusty water. Sea was beautiful with night lights but it evoked fear as well of its strength. My heart opines whether you will feel it like so when you really came here. I keep quiet. 

with you

At Patya we had only 45 minutes. A hugesome beach resort and your memories some broken others naive. Today when I pick my day I feel as if I have lost you. My heart opines better not say like this. May be time put its twigs in shape and I can feel those magnanimous moments with you. 

A hope of your coming.

Vacuity of
what I breathe around

often feels
its better

I have searched
pros and cons

past and present

often tumble down
at my own making

stand again

a hope of
your coming

His empire

When I see
hatred opportunism envy
canvas of His being

I ask flowers
how scintillating 

its good to be

like you
sun makes

you remake

His empire 

MR RANBIR KAPOOR my blog is something that needs a brain to understand, taporia brain is not enough to make a sense out of it. 

Love! when I visit my village I cross a river bridge. It often reminds me of my father. Some trees have gone a little higher other scenario remains same. My father used to ferry me on his bike. I dont have bike but etios may be handy. come mess is not for intelligent hearts as they live for the day.