come on! can a man... ... communiqueer over. horsly prince. one of the most inorganised brilliance lies there. beautiful journey. no extendead communication for a bigger while. early walkin waking. late coming. scari bustands... oh.oh. oh. absurdest absurdites. the context i left searched me there without actually entring my consciousness. sleepy and tired. very economical journey. realise my a and u were there yest. didnt see me! hah. that though is onli funny. i mean.. absurd. but still.. absurd things seems to would have been happening so rigourously in timespaces. any ways. horsly hills. yea.. and JAM was good fun, though i dint eat much bread. Well, when a joke's repeated its loosing its jokevalue. Asif its some real thing. its far better than nandi hills but. ahh.. i got so scared in bus station. thats not bad. absent signifier of all nice travails. We were luku actually to find ourselves in a ambassador car in the midst of buslessness and a small with gas cylenders abd driver that came with us for roughly 3-4 kms for 2 rs not each for all. then a car. then full roaming in midst of NO2 enn oo two nitrous oxide laughing gas. ! and talk and walk. pride telgu boy with unpride non telugu girls. Oh i forgot to type in the beginning. this is just a fictitious experience. i ll write this in the first may be. quaqua. twa thwa. like that beckett thing. communicare arry quizzeing. what shall i write says werther. ahhh.. that busstandthing. came back late.. ahhh that busmissing thing was quiet preposturous. then caught sumo with li'l kids inside. due to godliness and kids i sincierely believed that that guy and driver were nice and yes they were only that they took 150.the nice thing is that everythin is nice. and rain! Dog! how much i loved the rain there. may be due to no2. i don like it much in bang. i'm scared of it at times too. go to horseley hills for further information. belgam was also nice. ahh i might rite again. again about another things i might have forgotten.
http://wikitravel.org/en/Horsley_Hills

hazaron khwaishin aise liric translaton stealen from some blog

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...

Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one will hold her responsible
for the blood which will continuously flow through my eyes all my life

We have heard about the dismissal of Adam from Heaven,
With a more humiliation, I am leaving the street on which you live...

Oh tyrant, your true personality will be known to all
if the curls of my hair slip through my turban!

But if someone wants to write her a letter, they can ask me,
every morning I leave my house with my pen on my ear.

In that age, I turned to drinking (alcohol)
and then the time came when my entire world was occupied by alcohol

From whom I expected justice/praise for my weakness
turned out to be more injured with the same cruel sword

When in love, there is little difference between life and death
we live by looking at the infidel who we are willing to die for

Put some pressure on your heart to remove that cruel arrow,
for if the arrow comes out, so will your heart...and your life.

For god's sake, don't lift the cover off any secrets you tyrant
the infidel might turn out to be my lover!

The preacher and the bar's entrance are way apart
yet I saw him entering the bar as I was leaving!

thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more