INFLOURESCENCE

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TRUTH BELIES TRUTH

on an eventful day
i traversed thro'
the nice
and hauty minds
of my psychiatric super specialist friends

i do feel
what i represent for
it comes
a lot from my specialist buddies

the end may be monotonous
but the ground realities
of airs
and of the real life
it's phathomless
in content
exterirors
and the manouevreability qotient
of self
with live interaction of outer world

i remember
my one special friend
often too critique of the pseudo-intellectuals around

he did acknowledge
the fading truth
around what we happen to represent for

the other day
at yahoo
a beautifull truthfull heart
she did admit
better fake happiness
rather to succumb to ever-increasing graph
of qualitative expectations of your live interactive world

i do often
fall upon my e-album
just on the same lines

see my beautifull hearts
feel their warmth
forget
the reality around

i know
the other moment
it's packed with reality quotient
of the bullshit world around

but my heart
it's too horrible
it has its own equations

it prooves
and 'dis-prooves'
at its winds

source inspire: neha c'.space, mallika sherawat, shipra.v, pu chd india

FADING EQUATIONS

is it another encounter
full of relevance
for the moments to come

my heart asked me

i was enjoying the biting cold waves
at new delhi railway station
Karnatka Express was dot in time
people say Lalu has manoevred management quotient
in untidy indians

my beautyfull friends waved me off
i was pondering at the love quotient

i have a chrismas plant
i do often forget
to shower it
which it accepts with grace
probably it understands my love quotient

it would be another eventfull day
Kango Express will bring my beautifull ladies
i am used be dot at time

but i know this "time" dots me too often

and my heart
it asks me
"IS IT ANOTHER ENCOUNTER FULL OF RELEVANCE FOR THE MOMENTS TO COME"

and my chrismas tree
it waits
till i remember to shower

me as usual
find relevance
at the fag end
of my querries

my heart again asks me

this time
i ignore

i know
another such moment
it
waits for me

but my chrismas tree
it never forgets
to acknowledge
my love

source inspire: shingly bird, shipra.v, pu chd india

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FIRST LOVE.contd

she was probably convinced by this time
a wrong start may be at her side

it was late at night
but none of us has to go anywhere

i was pleased to see her around
i know she is too moody to find time for me
my heart was surfing thro' her beauty
i do realise
its beyond a description quotient

Love!
i broke the silence
if forget the advanced sciences for a while
a reply is at your arm's length

she was visibly happy
at my optimistic tone

i pointed my finger
at her

she said
what do you mean?

my heart smiled
but i was serious this time

probably i didn't forget the advanced sciences

(to be continued)

source inspire: shingly bird, mallika sherawat, shipra.v . pu chd india

FIRST LOVE. .CONTD

Bulleshah: a sufi saint
known for his off the note remarks
in a quest to find elixir of being
he searched as he surfed thro' his times

one day
as he spent his spare moments
in sowing onions in his home farm

a broken heart like me
well deep in affiliations
in unknown horizons
of his heart felt beauties
asked

"fakir" how i can find god!!

Bulleshah ignored
but the man was persistent at his queries

he obliged by saying " finding god is= sowing onions"

when i left my univ
i didn't realise
its magnetic syndrome

one day
i heard
Mallika Sherawat fond of her popcorns

i started my car
went straight to sector 17 chandigarh india

i bought
10 packets of popcorns

drove fast to botanical gardens of my univ

i saw my euphorbia royalana(s)
they were smiling with crimson red flowers

i took a few steps
cactus garden with its closed metal- strips doors
wanted to say something

"where is your sweet heart"
a small cactus asked in a subtle way

my eyes starred at 'his' sharp prickles
it could see her antartic eyes
my heart asked
"where're you my love"

i didn't get the reply

but euphorbias were whispering in my ears
"Bulleshah did say : if you really want to see and realise god: you better see the mirror"

i was thinking how to pacify my twister love!

you see love!
these people are preparing a lot for 26th Jan
a special day for indians

and what'll happen
on a day after 26th

most of the brains
will ask
"what for"

she was horrible this time

hell with you and your bullshit philosophy

(to be continued)

source inspire: neha c.'s space, mallika sherawat, shipra.v, pu chd india

FIRST LOVE

i often use pictures of Mallika Sherawat ( a bollywodian heart throb for many in india)
my heart pokes me too many a times
it's not sincere
it knows
i hardly develop a taste of bollywood
it says, tell me your real intentions

i laugh at my stupid nerves
the reason is probably
i look for heterogenetic combinations

my twister Love asked
is it that instinct
which goes into making a first love?

i was rather more magnetic to her eyes
and damn interested in bullshit philosophize every thin around

well!
for me
it's your eyes only

she felt sad at my escapist replies

i wondered
how come beauties have come
at the thoughts of the All-mighty

is it the source of magnetism
which He construed
to be essential
to make the universe
have an everlasting working phenomenon

But my heart pulled me up
hell with you
and your meaningless thoughts

tell me
what is a beauty?

i held her hand
in a quest to find a meaning
for myself

she felt as if
a reply may be there, at the least

but i knew
it's the wrong start
(to be continued)
source inspire: neha. mallika, shipra.v, pu chd india

FIRST LOVE

this eve
i strolled my way
thro' vijay chowk

it looked poised
for a new eve

She waited for long
till i could notice

her height matching
the enviorns
with blue zeens and creamy top
but no winter clothes
probably her hair
it sufficed the purpose

i saw her eyes
and the lights of North and South Blocks
match was good
but i noticed Antarctica
at the door steps of the conference hall (Parliament bldg)

before i could say
hei and hello!
she came running
crashing thro' the winds
hugged me to the extremes

guards could feel
their heart-throb

i looked
as if my height has vanished
under the glow of her scintillating lips

she spoke with warmth
Love!
tell me!
What is a first love?

i struggled thro' her flowing hair
to find a reply

she was too eager
to find her choice

relunctant as i was
she picked a straw
i will poke your inner conscience
if you dither a further

i was amazed
at her naughty nerves

Love!
i spoke soft
you're asking me
combine the world's whole knowledge
to go surf in nano seconds

(to be continued)

source inspire: neha, mallika sherawat, shipra.v, pu chd india

MIST

event full day
as it happened to be

a young lad at his unfurled twenties
saw the magnetic vacuum

Lord asked
betrayal will haunt
at your love lorn
forlorn thy fate
youngs will dither
to have a sigh off

Faridkot a town of Punjab
a state of India

the lad was demanded
Let there be a shower of sugar

The Lord was on his side
so ran the roost

the thirsty people
saw at their wits end

why couldn't we ask for else

the lad lost the love
so he became a saint

thus goes the folklore

i too often
get up
with/without my sleep
recall your auora

and find
the sugar
all-around

source inspire: neha c'.space, mallika sherawat, shipra.v; cao office min. of defence; new delhi, pu chd

"KING KHAN FACTOR"

i knew
since my univ days

india is a land of
"paradoxes"

i drove my way to work place
thro' narrow high lanes of delhi

a beggar at his "mids"
probably shrivelled

morning chills

with his "classic fag"
adorn his aging fingers

my heart quipped
he wants to rule delhi

i ignored
my heart plays
naughty nerves
where i choose to go

but my soul is too fair
it says
probably they are the "Kings"

my brain interrupted
"bullshit"
it's slave instinct

i saw thro' the environs
as usual it looked with the stark realities around

my heart
quippped again

Love!
it's King Khan factor

source: pu chd

TWIGS

i drove my way to my univ
stopped near a fucus tree beside hostel no 2 (girls)

it asked me
how come so late my love!

i peeped thro' its twigs
the inflorescence hangs like rhythms of my heart

i saw my atomic watch clicked zero

my stupid brain
it asked
where is your bio-tech-watch

i took a long
to see you
some time under a shower

i did realise
the elixir
of your droppy hair

i thought to taste a bit

time ran the roost

i picked my time
and lost you

i get my time
but look thro' the horizon
where you have gone

may be
to fetch
a solace for me

and my uncanny nerves

i could realise
then
and now

may be
my love
it's beyond

source inspire : neha, mallika sherawat, shipra.v, pu chd india

BROKEN HEART

I've asked my stupid necessary evil
many times over the time
in softways
live in reality

it dithers away
spewing lava
fuming words
with disdain
'hell! with you
and your stupid world around"

i fetch
so good things
look my little friend!!

it shows
the dirtiest nerves
around
and kills
my last efforts

i wonder
if it's so
around the environs

i find
hard of reply

i asked my close friend
how you feel
so normal
absorbed at your worldlies

it showered
but flowers were not there
i got the essence
took a step ahead

i search my bio-facilitated soul
it opines
may be
you have miles to go
before you catch some flowers

i wonder
if miles can fetch
and solace my heart

source inspire: neha, pu chd