I took your snap but wrote in a colour which probably mundanes cant see nor feel its presence. Love self is a conceptual and cardinal reality that eats into psyche of mundanes making it not able to decipher the equation of time. Time knocks up but its a little beyond self grained ego that proves a wall to reality of thee. 

Time in my pencil is telling you once again. You by factor of time do not have a single person around who is not after your money alone cardinal. Zeenat amaan fell to this time factor may Lord give you enough strength to understand this letter. 

Love ! I am far less active on this page as your relatively non interest is pressing me in more trouble on mental health. Once you love someone and get vacuum in return its very difficult to pull on life which incidentally already torn by every one around. I know I am very experienced person and can handle many works but love all this is only possible if you come a ground reality. Thanks for axis bank executive telephone. 

moments with me.

may Nature
it has destined

I write
red rose
chirping bird

all in vain

I do ask it

is it you have
cruelty defined

tailored made

thread of remote

hands of heart less

my soul searches

every moment

a reply
that s no where

written

hard I find
no word comes

thin air s thee

I have retired
may be
stoic is 

I may be striking
moments with me

Abuse the staff.

Even if I write rule book here neither your mom nor you can understand the complexity of rules and laws around a government servant. I am writing a real time story that you can understand where I point to : I was working as an administrative officer. A scientist who reported after a gap of 5 year absence used to come and sit in front of my table. I pleaded sir if you say some words may be I can help cutting across the rules as my pen has sufficient powers in it to give justice. The man died out of acute depression without giving me a chance to help him. Later on his wife who ditched him life time and resided with the Principal of her school came and claimed everything. His son abused my staff. I was a silent listener to all this. The beauty queen of earth lives with a principal and her brother at London has planned how to abuse the staff.  

Lit large.

I am writing you a letter that if did not convince you a horrible disastrous end is just in making for whom let me not name it. One day I told you I helped out of courtesy a senior col and his mom  and dropped him at his residence at India Gate officer hostel accommodation. I noticed his wife was ready to serve cooked rice to them well decorated at the dinning table. I asked them ok sir I am leaving. The lady only took me a pity driver and did not offer me  even a glass of water. I told you till day I am wondering at the fragrance of rice lit large. 

One solace with me.

Love I have yet to learn how to live alone. I have literally forgotten whether if I lived with someone worth the name as torture has taken all spirit out of me. I know a lot of war prisoners and prisoners but I have lost sense of being of myself with the fate I got. writing letters to you may be one solace with me. But it depresses me as being devoid of life at all.