Tuesday, July 11, 2017

written on thin air.




pale and shriveled
why it denotes

notes
written on thin air

I have asked

it moves
strikes again

stones 
after stones

notes
written on thin air

Saturday, July 8, 2017

un heard again.

Time was speaking
notes of thy
unheard
it spoke
time and again

time shall reside
other side of thy

it shall speak

notes

may be 
un heard again 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

I have been tested and tossed upon by practically dozens of girls and they tossed the value of my flat in what sense not target being marriage and all ended in a filthiest drama. BY STOPPING SMS OF MY SALARY ACCOUNT AND ASKING JAL BOARD EXECUTIVE TO ASK ME OF MY WATER BILL MAKES A SENSE FOR THE CONCERNED but its simply nothing to me.
One day I remember 1998 a senior col wished me happy week end on late Friday evening probably getting a chance knowledge of how and what has happened with me. I smiled and wished back. By some info it doesn't make is so but smiles are good even in darkest. 

Sunday, July 2, 2017

I have asked




feel good 
I have goaded
hard
hard est  soft

may be
telling verbatim
it moves little

a little 
may it be nice

I have asked

                                                                                                                                                                                             

Saturday, July 1, 2017

LIVING COMPANY.

Love ! this letter will stir your soul if understood at your level of development psychology. I am facing deadliest depression that probably is killing me silently. I am living in a vacuum because of lack of support system of any kind. Its literally living a pathetic life. The proxy war of hatred of RC Minhas and war of hatred in punjabiat known as shareek war of hatred has literally sucked oxygen out of my life. Your pictures are probably the only living company with me. 

sky

it asks
where is sky

time makes
what may be
time itself
remains unaware of

it asks again

what should I say
its everywhere

it doesn' t pacify
its nerves looks

a sky

my silence speaks

what is 
probably forbidden