The clinical part of it I may write you later on.

I cached this snap of yours only as a part of my inquisitive nerves else there was hardly anything that could interest me. I told you in some other letter of occidentals this world that world and did tel a little of space cardinals as it was not known at that time when these supra concepts were floated around.  I know I have written to you of self collective self and different paradigm s how it works on ground reality with or without. I feel I have also written to you of such complex issues how to remain relevant euphoric happening and certain aspects related to these existential s on ground reality. But I have yet to write why I write to you at all. I think I also explained you of a bubble thin existence and on this analogous paradigm whole existential s persist but probably if its understood on psychiatry sciences its very very difficult to understand as I further told you of some 4000 times and further elaborated how its works on zillions times of quotient as I wrote of some ppm and pp b in physiological working and explained to the what I wrote as bio physics ; I remember if I am not failing at my memory lane I told you a day was there when I wept whilst sitting under a termite eaten mango tree and tried my best to concentrate on studies as I realized I am going down the failure ladder. There are millions of such bio logical existential epoch which one has to go through irrespective of the fact of the know how being at your hand or not. The clinical part of it I may write you later on. 

I am writing you a thing/stuff that may be a little confusing.

I am writing you a thing/stuff that may be a little confusing. I saw a sikh ex army officer a thin tall smart agile sophisticated awakened educated with a business at his hand roaming in around sena bhawan with beautiful faces and probably knew such faces do click the photostat machine selling business and contract do get materialized. Later on I saw him all alone. 

I was not interested to write to you but sahara group which always have been an eyesore to me suddenly triggered this letter. This baba aum namo shiva ram dev and all babas in totality are the same stuff. Meteoric rise instinct is probably the force behind all these happenings. Its nothing new in India. USA has seen Lehman and Lehman brother s fiasco in the parallel and analogous vain. I may continue.

Do write to me of my flowers to you.

CP which once called as a bullshit horse house to rest upon, is what I am using as a backdrop to paint this love letter. I was standing with my acquaintance s after a night meals. I know I did not recall you the reason probably was the host was at the receiving end by a beauty and I thought I will be doing a dis service and deceit to his hard earned money if I even thought of you say for a moment etc. She is a teacher by profession and I have a very bad knowledge of this profession as the females do a bloody best possible drama and mahabharta with their hubbies and pour their whole shit upon them. Its now a days is prevalent practically in every profession and females have chosen to be skirty and skipy as a fashion or a facade to say like. CP is divided into three phases of life in one single day. day is business/professional peoples evening is holidaying ones and late evening is masalchi ones. I noticed a person/ waling vendor was having beautiful necklaces of freshen fresh magnolia buds. The fragrance was so scintillating it attracted my vision and psyche too.  

Nature plays its dug dugi ka tamasha over here.

I am not in a mood to write but lets see if I can paint a love to you. Our bio clock has a copy of the ages gone by and its transmitted not through genetic sources as such. You can say bio physics has un thought of riddles for the savvy brains but however I should say this aspect is most misused by all the peoples to meet their own interests etc. What is the approach to reckon with is never known as Nature plays its dug dugi ka tamasha over here. 

kyeion' nahi pushtein' itna bhi

madhur bol mehtha kathan
pyar kei fuul
aankho kei samunder mei

naa janei kitnei
jhuuth
eik eik dastak deitei hein'

kabhi kabhi
dusssahas kar uutha hei man

kyon' chuup raheitein' hein

kyeion' nahi pushtein'
itna bhi

where I stand asks my heart

alien land scapes
of my heart brain soul
body as well
ask me hard
where are you
I search for 
what may spell 
a reply
a response
with
within
without

I waver at 
my steps
at my own paths
some hazy
others I don't know

I see my own
melting
fast hard 
bit a bit
tarmac of my making
un making 
lets catch
its not what I feel
whispers
I tumble to catch
one by one

loose all

where I stand
asks my heart