Speaking Heart.Oct,18,20.

 

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I have often seen 

my nerves haunt for 

ever ephemeral equation of finding a relevance

may my heart can have its own innings.

sadness is not the point of ponderance

life exists beyond the commonality of euphoria and sadness

least not define with it as relevance

its more what I really want to pen down

too broad words and effusive emotions

make a froth 

less and lesser to heart.

I was at zirakpur area

location is good

bounty of Nature.

I was finding you in those environs

daily chores of thine

makes no sense 

of you being with me

but love heart is heart

Ajay Ahuja 7082075563,India

Morning Mist Cont, Oct,10,20.

 

Love,

I started this love letter yesterday but somehow my pencil got stopped. I am avoiding prose owing to obvious reasons best known to you, yourself.

day and nights 

I put my harshest hard 

quest of mine 

find of yours

remains 

elusive

ever to come

shifting sands of mine

often remind me

of blues

of fights 

lets not spirits

that I make

my own.

ajay ahuja. 

Morning mist. Oct.17.20

 I have wished the morning star

shine and shine twinkle shall be thine

magnetosphere shall revive dying spirit hard

euphoric moments 

I have seen you every moment

some hidden some so open

come lets

spirits die hard.

ajay ahuja 7082075563 India.

Hanging Tree contd.

 

Love !

I have known to my last breath of learning

change is thee way of happenings

some strike back with vengeance others simply recite

tough and hardy is thy way speaking

sweat and harsh it may look like

heart appeases a lot

where are you

I find my pencil

to locate you

hil top talks you might remember

ajay ahuja 7082075563 India.

Hanging Tree (contd)

 

Love ! 

my story dates back to my retirement date with some messages from your mom dad and others. I am sitting at mirzapur ellenabad sirsa haryana with lots and lots of teethings deep rooted like you are held up with your innings. The story is never ending.

I stood at tube well , it was roaring with its blue waters

come here its beyond the enviorns you are ahead of alls. ajay ahuja

Hanging Tree Oct 16,20

 

Love Deepika Padukone.

I have asked my pencil to wake up :

I have seen a tree hanging in air

fire was lit large

storms of mine

ask too much of me

I have seen you 

your presence in cosmos

every moment

I could gather to observe

of me

of you

At your whims

 

Love ! 

love recognizes no frontiers

days and nights 

it passed 

I stood 

retired I felt 

some moments of mine

hill top is retiring

at your whims