flowers on bushes
stay together
thorns of my heart

stiff harsh
scorchy winds
take away
what they please

thorns of my heart

ask

as if 

your love.

Deepika I am fundamentally a science student til date so is my behaviour. They later part has been roasted by life events. Writing habit is only say by 2006 when you appeared on horizon of visibility. Earlier I wrote most of which I destroyed felt it to be useless. Your love is all beyond these concepts.  

Love I could not respond to your messages on cell. I have shared a video ek kuri jeda na mohabad , probably that is to be read in conjunction with my letter for life. 

For life.

Love one day I wrote of a hut at top of a house and unbearable heat for Rs 200 per month. I was called in Oberao Continental and rebuked for a cup of tea which even was not offered for the point of signing the divorce papers. Today I have divorce decree signed by an authorized judge lying in my cupboard. Heat I have to bear for life. 

Tea

Tea
I take
tag it happens
to support

day and nights

Tea 
life savour 

I have asked
tags

it changes

tag remains
intact

Tea

your cool.

Sheetal Katoch @ singapore , I have served them with a spirit of slavishness, I was in singapore during my official tour. No body contacted me. Now she is asked  to tell me through my own letters to realise the sense of past. I sometimes see the past and at another ponder at sense of saddist self instinct of humans. My lonely moments ask why you loose your cool.  

see you are there

when its going 
a shower of
what I have

lived with

I feel tossed
it s something

I can never know

it remains 
struck to it

I just say

see 
you are there