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this is where I search you
day and night
whilst my heart has concluded
its simply not feasible
the exotic desires
and the day dreams
it simply can't make me
fit in this system
but what makes me
fight with another vengeance
at the new rays of sun
every morning
with dizzy nerves and eyes together
may be
not you
something else
may be your stoic heart
has given a sense of
end less fight
to the finish
howsoever void
it may be
is it
I have come off
the testing times and space
together
with no desire to win
but fight
for the fight sake
you laugh at my nerves
may be it fetches happiness to you
but it does a difference
my nerves stagger at more challenges
to get negotiated at every stroke of the seconds
but from where this time descends
with such meanings
I see myself
at the bubbles of the air
bereft of further relevance
but my fight
it simply fights itself
making me along with
you remember
the evening clouds were pitch dark
we ignored all
your presence at my heart
it makes me compliant
to come off
the odds at hand
its way lost to the time
I find you
somewhere
at proxy exposures
you've flied to
the different world
you chose
by your wits
may be
I would have done
if I were you
it still comes
thuners of the seconds
with me
and bring you live
close to my heart
the title picture is of oceanic relevance at logger heads with plasmatic time equations
Science by major part remains on paper only
but the minuscule part of being happy and relevance
why this remains on paper only
I ask myself
every other moment with me
I know the crunch gives an insight as how to negotiate the vacuumous feels
but neither fits for an holistic paradigm
I was looking at the day manual labour
putting their best to shape the earthen parts
probably they have evolved to be more at ease at their heart
what makes the rest of the hearts less privileged
is that realisation quotient has gone too far to make the common things get understood
may be true
but why its so
I struggle day and night
to fight to the finish
the monotony lit large
is that
I am fighting for a bubbles in the oceans of reality crunch
may be true
whether we are by default accustomed to fall prey to the dragging nerves
I see my mirror too many times
not that I am too smart
but how far I have evolved to face the reality
the equations remain intact
is that making sand dunes
to be thrown out at the first spell of airs
the only reality
we struggle to make common sense look too enigmatic
may be true
we by default look for a heart
worthy to the finish
the taxing moments of ours
can take a recluse at
but how is that heart
may be
our own one
or
this beauty
depends
how the equations of live world
fit into the system
we are supposed to negotiate
day and night
seconds fighting within and otherwise
may look you
as if
some one
its the decisive moments
Nature might have decided
as of now
I was looking at the heats of today at Rajpath
the relevance
probably decided by the blue
still we remain
with allusions spelt all around
the quest is endless
so is my heart
looking for you
in the thins
you may not come
it knows well
to the heights of the crunch
but it does a purpose
to live
for the moment
with me
every day is new day
the challenges takes its toll
the evolving scenario of the live world
otherwise too
this was the gist of one of the brain storming session recently at my duty chart
I was definitely tuned to the speakers at their wits end to put the whole array of research in one one go
but my heart did miss you
it knows you never promised roses
may be that evokes the nuclear fusion reaction
to develop at my heart and brain
to fit into the system
and grow more
as the sun rises with smiles of challenges
probably it has accepted the status quo
of my oblivions
and obsessions
both being too impractical
at all cardinals
I was putting sharp
my steps on the rajpath
way back to metro
I did recall you
and your stoic heart
may be
it has another reason
of jealous fight
to find myself
the title is about a medicin and shadow tree of India called Neem tree - it brings its fruits in bunches too many to play and enjoy in a rustic environs
you and me
do you remember you tried your best to cheat me
but I do know
you win by your wits
I love your winning instincts
the downpour
it made us to run
but again
we played too instinctively
til day
I find my meanings
at your plays
my moments with you
it gives an anchor
to come off
at the place I remain intact
bereft of meaning
clouds come today too
but it only fetch
what you have left at my soul
people say
if you love
it changes all sudden
but my moments
it remain tuned to
the laughing eyes
making me run too fast
to catch your shadows
why your shadows
they still that alive
I run again and again
to catch wholesome
at my lunch hr
I come out of my cosy room
to another reality
walking past the security ring
day before yesterday
I stumbled upon broken whisky glasses
too sharp to bring me out of lost thoughts
I ignored and went straight to DRDO lunch canteen
back steps I put some twigs around the broken sharp lets
lest someone like me lost in allusions of self
get come out
with less broken thoughts
I encounter every moment of mine
the pieces of your wishes
my heart now says
how the hell !!
you will put the twigs around your broken sharp lets
I do not see my mirror
as it reminds of you too intense
and these sharp lets
they become spread all around
where ever I try to apply my nerves
I do wonder
is that
my nerves are that magnetic to
or the sharp lets are spread all around
the session of storms of voids
it shall have its interval this late evening
tomorrow
my day of relevance
when I work
My heart wonders at my prowess and flip flops
its not that happiness makes its onset
I make the moments happy looking
with the running of pencil
on my draft paper sheet
one day
this very office
with polite gestures at his face
shall say good bye
is that I am too scared of that day
may be true
but the manufactured relevance
under the heavy canopy tree of your love
its always with me
the twin banks of throbbing heart's river
water of mundane crunch making them apart
for the time to come
still too united
til the end strike its notes
with vengeance of rebellions
of the system
where we strive
days and nights
together
finding meanings
out of the blue
this snap was sent by my one of the sweetest and vibrant heart
probably she would have thought
I write and feel obsessed by too less worthy pictures,
living live or the face sake
may be
she has visualised in much greater depths
But
I struggle my moments
between profuse relevance and the biggest ever voids, live and otherwise
this beauty is one of the officials of Infosys
I have never known
but still too close to my heart
may be
she has come calling through one of the Angels
Nature could afford
I was searching the genesis of relevance and voids
the reasons being too well known
but our manoeuvre ability quotient is too subjective to the tunes of time and space
the resultant forces
it makes nothing of us
but a stupid lonely heart around
with too much of works and vacuums to sort out
ending in doing nothin
the search of elusive elixir
day and nights full of storms
nightmarish thoughts running the roost
I do ponder
is it that the faux pass
of the Nature
or else
we have a lot to learn more
one day
when I was obsessed and too pensive
god came to me
in a cosmic attire
why the hell!!
you're that sad
I looked into his eyes
it were wet
I asked instead
why your eyes can afford
such an empathy
and too devoid of any meaning
least relevant to me
he felt his constraints
Let's forget
what has happened
I rather pacified the god
Now
his eyes were still wet
but it evoked
not tears
but neuro hormones
that got transfered to my system
I could realise
he succeeded in giving me
a power to fight back
with vengeance
til date
I negotiate
how to use prowess
as its powers
make me emotion free
I do wonder
if at all
it has been useful
to meet His holiness
when whole of the creation of the mighty
sleep at the dreams running their own way
I am still awake to realise you
its not that I hardly know you
I have yet to know
the meanings of my being around
that you brought
whilst at my heart
I soothe my psyche
as if
its a new start
at this silent moments of the environs
there are millions who sing their songs
to realise their love
they shall sleep
as the sun come smiling
with a new fresh waives
but I remain awake
your moments at my heart
speak
thro' my times
I have wandered
crazy and direction free
may be
you have ignited
the fresh fragrance
I speak of Magnolias
as if they have your heart
Now
when I walk past
all beauty of the Nature
has evolved to Magnolias
I do wonder
if its
all have gone crazy
or a new sense
prevailed
too late
I was at fag end of seclusion
a shower of love
emanating form your wet hair
made me feel
its there where elixir reside
me a metamorphic heart
with die hard spirits
it took shades under your cosy arms
forgot for a while
scorching sun do exists
till time comes
right at epicentre
of my doing and undoing
I still forgot
all the reality crunch
got lost in your heart's magnetic ways
suddenly sun came
this time too early morning hr
I sleep my leg towards East
It asked me
don't you forget
I'm still powerful
can scorch your dreams
but still I sleep legs towards East
my heart do ask me
is it your habit
or you want to engage the might
I didn't reply
One day
I slept away from east or west
the reality crunch remained the same
my heart again asked
are you researching your fait
I laugh at my fait
when did I saw it
