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valentines lost.valentines regained..........(a britannica beneath the destination)


pata hai...
yaha se bahut dur 
galat aur sahi ke paar ake maidaan hai.
mai waha milunga tujhe...............................................................................................................................................

so after twelve, the second hand strikes..a break through ,a new day,known world wide and so celebrated,understod too little yet elaborated so much,dilute in meaning yet concentrated to shyness.
In the background an age old noori song continues.the actress glancing herself in the mirror  oh closed eyes...
aaja re aaja re o mere dilber aaja ..
dil ki pyaas bujha ja re......
........................................

In my mirror i saw one small kid and one little serene afternoon.
I tell you afternoon was my first love---the very first valentine,days ago when i could not even pronounce this word phonetically.
and the list cotinues..time flows...entropy gets directed...

valentines lost, valentines regained

  1. JUST KIDDING  it all started with some serene afternoon of summer(1996-97).amidst coal fields there lie some structural sectors,blocks--bhuli nagar D block sector 9..i still remember.and better i remember 'my other ego'.one little kid sitting on the window desk of third floor,counting passerby vehicles.....and even better i remember one trackor accident that snatched all regale from me.that beauty beneath people shivering still walking hard to workplace,beauty of instantanious and suspense prevailing breaks,beauty of variable frequency of horn..and a lot that a beholder's eye can assume.bt an accident took all away and in exchange it fetched me some temporal marks and scars...symbolic of what i lost....and so i lost my first valentine,i left dhanbaad.

2.CRICKET  sleeping with radio set tuned in tempting volume,waking up just at 4 morning whenever newzealand toured india,and six morning whenever india toured australia ,..just to get the synopsis of adilade through BBC NEWS...there are many things i learned from cricket other than this early rising habits.the accent and tones in whish my english fluctuates is one of them.there are marked valentines with continuous afternoon to cherish the liveliness of test matches.

3.ACE AND OTHER 51  then one sunny afternoon my dad taught me the literal basics of different card games.something i got fascinated enthusiastically.this pack of 52 continued with me through several boarding lives...challenging rules and regulation,developing codes out of codes,flawless yet carefree..i never knew when i lost this valentine.

4.MATHEMATICS  mathematics is one of those lost valentine which assured me a brand(i mean IIT), before it passsed away.yet its foot prints are alive on the sands of my cerebrality.

5.SUMMER OF 42  among the stack it should be the last and most latest valentine i lost.left bereaft out of time travelogue.u see there is aship in the ocean that gets magnified as it approaches you and one morning u are needed to leave..the ship gets dwarf and more dwarf with time.obvious,expected as i predicted earlier
"then i am afraid of loss...........
this summer of   '42 will last one day.
what else will be left,
some incidents, names, days and premises.
what else will be left,
you, your self,your hugs and kisses.
the penetrating silence of my eyes say
let love be love;
and nothing else anyway.________________my hundred and first me(january 2011)

6.LITERATURE  out of multitudes of catheresis and catalysis,this is something that stills shares coffee with me.the genere has changed from society to romantics, the language is same.as it proclaims "if i will start changing ,the change in time will get overshadowed".

7.ALCOHOL KILLS  drink of solace is a solution.a tranquilizer and a chanellizer.people say it kills.....i rather say it murders.it murders emptiness.that is smthing i expressed some months ago______________
"i have collegues to drink drive and die
i have people to laugh sing and enjoy
but,oh! no lap to consume sink and cry.
ofcourse i m bad,worst r my habits
the long lasting debts,and rare r my credits.
but distant enough u r
to recommend me amendments
and distant enough i m
to interpret ur silence."____________ofcourse I am bad ,worst are my habits(august 2011)



8.THE DARK TEMPEST and my most recent valentine is darkness.age love for afternoon subdues...as night befalls.that i mentioned in my most latest note________
"a night or two before twilight.
moon was imperfect yet bright.
some tempest kissing my coconut tree..
some frequency from a radio tuned to bbc..
some pigeons silent ,white yet dark..
some wood fire flickering  , a hope in spark."_________tempests continue kissing some breasts(january 2012)


In the same mirror that i was talking about in the beginning....
in the mirror ,
i see a tempting glass of wine.
in the mirror,
i see a lone love sublime.
the dilemma of choice strikes the dilemma to dine.
the question persists  "will you be my valentine!!"

the track changes.
uper gori ka makaan niche chillam ki dukaan
aa a re aa re aa re.....................
(glass of wine and love sublime...bloody hell, both are my valentine)

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