Friday, August 18, 2017

it fine but not well. 

Monday, August 14, 2017

That stirs the brain.




Love ! our brain is made of files that are governed of/by feedback mechanism and de novo system as well the later is far far complex to understand even by the coveted brains / degree holders in respective sciences. I remember I told you of a story of ashtavakra and raja janak. Whole of the house when laughed at his 8 folds of the body he simply started to leave the assembly when raja janak came fast to request him to stop and excuse him. He uttered rajan this place is misfit for him. Deepika you should not mind when I happen to write such things that stirs the brain. 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

sad notes



sad notes
ask me
ocean speaks
once upon 
again 
waves make
what it told

sad notes

written on walls
air thin

visible
at heart

touches
a note

sad notes
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. 

Saturday, August 12, 2017



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. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017




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. 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

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