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Love
when Dad was there life had a meaning to reckon with. No bloody bastard to challenge and dictate whether and how to come or to visit a place. Now even kiran has ordered not to come to sirsa what a bloody world of oblivion s around me. You are playing a hide and seek game to come here. Too too boring without you.
Love
our whole of the entertainment industry is something surrounded by a female character (s) or the like so is the case of hitherto creations and laws etc etc. This is the problem everywhere as this female has become a dragon everywhere and has started eating practically everything of the say worth the name culture value and what not. This dragon has become so powerful that emotion faculty has been hacked by a ruthless systemic systematic
sh rude coveted mannerism to be fool bloody every possible common sense of the existential s. Every entity has become bloody blood seeker and want to possess the bloody taz mahal without a glimpse of love what so ever it may be and the bloody hak or malikana so to say has become the bloody buzz of the existential cardinals. No body wants to share life but wants the bloody pond of flesh to speak in the language of Shakespeare. Indian Mass media is another case in such way of existence. Lo ji ham laye hein aap kei lei aap ki sarkar dekhein jara iss aur sei ab iss aur sei ab iss aur sei ab iss aur sei ab iss aur sei ab andir sei ab aur andir sei ab aur andir sei haramzadei sharm ka ghata everywhere.
my memory lane
thee wee hrs
a stretch of my arms
floats my soul
heart
with thee
it flowed
calm
stretch thee feet
it flowed
a stretch of my arms
it will say
come have something
it flowed
calm
it says
come
we will play
night
day
evening
noon
moonlight of my love
it says
come
we will play
dust
dawn
dusk
moonlight of my love
paints of my love
bubbles
strike
one over one
vanish
I search you
make
once more
bubbles ask
vanish is thy fate
why make more
I ask nothin
say nothin
bubbles strike
say something
all times
make
once more
I ask nothin
say nothin
desires have horses
fodder of
molten hearts
crimson red
flowers I say
dog flowers
may be
you like
at your
doorsteps
of my sighs
sorrows
wishes
some may not get
its beautiful names
may be
you forgot
a glimpse
they ask
desires have horses
fingers of mine
heart opines
wobble their part
flowers I say
some may not get
its beautiful names
when sun will rise
I may go a step ahead
some slow
stoic face
voice too
naive nerves
shaky hands
no body language
may you come
reside
my heart says
come
I will ask
pines of my heart
may be
a voice
I know
it tough
harsh
crunch may be the day
I will ask
nights
days
morning
evening
come
I know
it tough
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