A BEAUTIFUL HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO..contd

i was driving my way through the busy lanes of new delhi to delhi cantt. the target was my software office expanse. i know i work for the work sake and keep me busy.

'its with more than many'
the sweet, penetrating fresh voice touched in thro my ears

she sat besides me with beautiful bangles glowing at its colours

how come!! my beautiful lady : i glanced thro' her eyes while with a nerves at the wheels

yeah!

today! i'm with you: she exhumed with a soft warmth

my heart felt more sticky at her glistening array of bangles

but i felt fused like a tube : how to start

she is too moody: will vanish in the thin air if i proved beyond her nerves
i gave her a hand written note sheet
she said" what is this love!!
nothin i keep my psyche intact in your absence
she got some of it

it read like this:

every other moment
my confront with critiques
and negativism'
provokes too intense
'interlocution'
at inner tendered
and tempered spirit

my shool day
at univ thro' the college
too pervasive mind set-up
bulling' thro' the waves
as the winds strike

probably
i felt too compliacent

my village grooming
it has a part to play

it's a part of life"

my brain often brushes aside
the severest reaction

while at work
i stand
not far ahead

my tender and pempered half
it feels too nostalgic
of the freedom
of the landscapes
as there are no bullists' around
and interactive beauties of Nature replace the dirtiest critiques

but at how many moments
landscapes"
life has its constraints

i remember
Kalidas ( an indian literary wizard of yore)
jostled and dejected
the love proved " the end of a begining"

i pick up
my navy cut
remember Kalidas
it fails
the dejection at my heart

my spiritualistic half
it murmurrs thro' hazy end of my being
Lord Shiva is complete
"he cares a little"

i get an anchor

but i fall back
and get jostles
once again

i shun my cognigant nerves

may be
it evokes
more introvert psyche at my heart

my brain
it intervenes
too late
Love!!
"it's a part of life"

she put her beautiful fingers at my head
shuffled my hair
Love!!
i like this
but show it to your beautifull ladies

my heart retorted but with no voice at all

'who are they'

she said own her own: i'll come some day
"with them"

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