As the time passes

Love ! Probably interlocution faculty of brain and heart gets completely blurred or say evapourated when there is an intense occurrence of oppertunism malice injustice hatred jealous and pathetic cowardice hunger to grab others genuity. How far one can fly away from reality that they have deliberated pulpitrated ibid. Time I told you takes of events and make other ones the scenario becomes more and more complex as the time passes. 

Mc D

Love ! Sometimes Time takes over events happenings etc. You may wonder what I mean to say. Mc D I used to have hot chocolate fudge and recall you time has simply eloped this possession of mine. In return I am more and more alone. I was goading my heart why cant you presume you are living on planet Mars where everything looks like red. Then probably I have etios to accompany me in your absence. Even this absence happens to be taken over by time. In return I am left with vacuum. Have you understood love why I have not penned down of itinerary. 

Does It mean

Love ! this snap is tough to pen down even a few lines. You are I feel first in third row if counted/ observed from bottom. You see love its something a Utopian task to feel and enjoy others moments of happenings. Scientifically, as I told you there a very thin line between hallucination and love. If Psychiatry is added then this line literally disappears in thin airs. Does it mean I simply can not say that I love you, probably true if further added on the lines of . That is my secret. Have a nice time love. I love you. Good Evening. I have penned down this letter whilst being in Delhi as I just reached here. 

Love ! I have wondered how you can put a lesser stake at your so competitive world of happenings. My heart asks cant you use your powers. Sometimes I see your snap at another stance my pencil. 

Love ! love makes life worth living and beautiful with a meaning at heart and brain. I love you my love !

where I fit

I have wondered
flowers look beautiful

may be
something tuned
system I pull on

I have often heard
expectation quotient 

its hi fi
naive cant make a sense

may be

I fear
a lot
lots my being

where I fit

flowers on bushes
stay together
thorns of my heart

stiff harsh
scorchy winds
take away
what they please

thorns of my heart

ask

as if