FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.28,11.4.58 AM

Today is a working day as usual

but I have not been awakened by the crunch of work

I'm too too tough nut at my work place
its simply impossible for any hardest environ of work equation that can make me sick

but I do become sick of my own making

I wish I could not have been so

some times I observe my Army officers
there is no need for me to ask any question to them

There's hardly anything which escapes me

I got refreshed by one of Neha c Mehta her own expression at her page only meant for herself

otherwise fighting every moment is just another meaning of me

I wished I could have put my wishes at her pages
my constrained nerve prevented me

there was something which prevented me for that intended wish
otherwise Neha c mehta is my favorite inspiration
one day , I know she will be put in such time frame whereby time will become obsolete

my time equations run too fast

but my heart asks too much

I simply say
I can not dare challenge time

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.27,11.8.18 PM

I have just taken my psychiatric medicine: a simple naked truth with me: I will go to sleep under its effect after say 45 minutes. I know its effect will dilute by just before 2.AM and I will be left to negotiate my tsunami of self created vacuum. I do come to a feeling to talk to you when you cross your inhibitory quotient to come on line ,visible. My heart asks just talk to her. I love her too much. I know I love her too much. But my love is simply not understood at any level of cognisance of know how. May be I've crossed the scientific know how itself. I don't know. I may look too schizophrenic or neurotic may be psychotic. But why I am putting these words over here. I know many psychiatry awakened have to read my this love letter. I simply want to confuse them . Reason is very simple. No science can understand me. As I myself don't understand me, I know this is also a psychiatric disorder in itself.

but I am happy that no one is there to bully me. Some times living alone is a bliss. Otherwise too I simply don't like anyone around me. Again the reason is simple. I simply don't love any one. But my heart asks then whom you love. I only say : I don't know. It gets annoyed. I really don't know how to pacify my heart. I simply tel : even if I engage my sweet heart to talk to me : it makes no difference. The cruel reality is constant fact with me. I do make such efforts to change it.

Probably I am made just to fight with my nerves and remain busy

sometimes at my work
another at my vacuum

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.27.11, 11.14 AM

monotony of my heart
and my docile environs

I make every nanosecond
full of relevance

with a gist full of thoughts

but my heart
it simply brushes aside
all what I have made so assiduously

I hardly know
how to please this spoilt devil

I was reading one of the pages
once relevant to me
now its practically obsolete
as the time has run too fast
what I could catch of it

I do wonder
why the stupid like me
exists on the swampy soils

where there is no need of any worth

I recally my horrific bio know how

the reply is equally horrific

I skirt to know
my own reality

my colleague seniors often laugh at me
sir, your biggest enemy is your knowledge only

I do accept it
but my brain simply differs

my heart says
what the hell you can do
you have lost
what I aspire for
with this bullshit thing you have got

I struggle hard
to please my heart

every day and night

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.27,11.1.19.AM

one day Nanak was sleeping with his feet towards the masjid of Makka etc. A muslim clergy came and said don't you stupid realise that you can not sleep whilst your feet put towards the holy masjid of Makka. etc etc. Guru Nanak replied look man !! I am too too tired ! can you pull my legs to a direction where you feel your coveted masjit is not there. The man tried his best. but the masjid direction simply moved with the direction of feet of Nanak. He realised his worth and begged for pardance.

I will not write here the gist: as its hidden one

but I can write who has got boosted his ego to pulverize his dubious conscience to thwart the love forces can simply get another dare devil genius reply when the need is felt.

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.27,11.12.10

when the rival groups of Mahabharta war of righteousness was just to unfold itself. Both the groups were searching their best to entice the coveted warriors. Lord Krishna was representing the pandwa side. A man known as Barbarik appeared on the scenario of war front. Lord krishna and others after getting news of his worth immediately went to this man. Lord asked Well!! can your goodness tel us from which side you will fight. He replied from the side which happened to loose the war. Lord realised his ultimate powers. The Lord said okay then your good self can tel us about your prowess: He said I can simply pierce all the leaves of a tree with one arrow (ordinary one.), which he proved whilst krishna kept one under his feet, and astonishingly it was also pierced. Lord realised all. He one fine day begged his head in disguise. He obliged the lord as he knew Krishana is a god. He said atleast I should be given a chance to see the war. Lord put head on a tree. When the war ended, Arjuna believed he did all. Krishna asked his head what he saw. He said I only saw the sudarshna chakra ( weapon of the lord krishna) cutting the heads . Lord krishna blessed his life again and said you will be remembered after my name and equal to me til eternity. Now this man is known as Shri Khadushriram ji and his temple is in Seekar District of Rajasthan.

but why I wrote whole of the story here:

the gist is: inspite of your infinite powers your wish of your love remains at the hands of the almighty.

here Barbarik love was his wish to make the loosing party to win.

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.26.11.8.35PM

yesterday I just put my steps as usual
but my deviated path
my heart asked where are you going

my streamy thoughts took a break
the pines of Rajpath
they simply said
how are you

I know plants speak
not only with each other
but with the enviorns too

I asked instead
do you feel
I am a part of your environment

they replied in reverberated tone
that's the only truth

I saw some of the pine cones
they were sending their messages

their wavelengths
which I only can decipher

but I didn't stop

just waiving a reciprocal way
as I do at my office

I hardly engage anyone
in prolonged discussion

the reason is too simple

my heart remains obsessed with his love

and me

just lost to understand

what my heart wants


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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH Feb 26.11,1.22 AM

when the night has asked all

have a time of your own

my heart has awakened me

to feel the three phases of time

some of its a constant relevance of mine

I have seen the changing time

so is the case of my own self

but my memories bring tsunamis

some known to me

others I want to forget

at this moment I'm visualising the best pulsating moments

but I am not nostalgic at my nerves

may be I have come of it

or either it has made my heart neutral itself

resons may be many

one plausible may be

I have taken birth just today

without the natural process of a motherhood

it looks too unscientific

but its a fact

when love is just at your arm's distance

such process do occur

but I am not sure in my case

I am simply feeling it

as the scintillating airs are flowing straight to my room where I reside and recall you as the clock clicks itself

but I do ask myself

do I love you

or I have evolved to an extent

that love has started oozing out of my own psyche

my heart is simply sleeping

this is an interpretation of my brain

I do wonder

how my deadly rivals

they have got friends

is it you

who have done so

source: neha c mehta, kiran&anu,

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.24.11.2.03 PM

Indian system is so complex that issues of corruption etc can not be handled the way the so called spiritual leaders are visualising. Our society is heterogentic, cast ridden,regionalistic ,non nationalistic and opportunistic. The hysteric methods are simply not feasible.

the plausible system derivatives can bring the changes what are really required. It implies that what Manmohan Singh team is doing , its results will be seen over the period. The patience is needed. Sheela Dikshit could be the prospective Manmohan Singh. The remaining part is just a power catching mechanism.

In gist, the corporatisation of the Indian economic face, in an holistic manner is the only reply to all evils around. The system of dual shape of economy is exactly perfect that means a state run system should stand handy to compel/trigger the counter effects of pathetic capitalistic forces

FLOWER OF RAJPATH..Feb.24.11.11.06 PM

my present boss is so stupid genius that I can not write here as my all sites are public and no damn bullishit around can understand my worth

my colleague officer requested me to do something to make this bastard genius to understand the point and not to make the mess around

I assured him that every thing will become smooth : give me some time

I know it will take a whole hell to make a genius stupid to look senses

Its far more easy to make a ricksha walla (rickshaw puller ) to understand but the so called learned persons are extremely naive to make them understand the things around

reasons are too complex : so is the reply : and its too too complex to change such people and make them understand how to work

but one thing I can tel here

one should keep his brain open and must understand that a person should understand his "aukat"= the "aukat" word is an urdu language word. Its meaning can not be found in any dictionary. Not even in the urdu dictionary itself. I will not touch its intricacies. but one thing I can tel here that one must realise that inspite of his/her infinite powers/status/financial status etc etc a person has its intrinsic inabilities which he simply is not capable to manoeuvre and should not take "panga" = again a punjabi word ; with the real genius ones who happened to his junior etc etc.

a real genius and capable person is that powerful that he can thrash the system to the tithers

but I will not say who that genius is : its implicit in meaning

today I am not well so I took leave however I know its a biggest penalty for me to stay at my house: this word is sufficient to understand that a genius boss should understand that his junior is such a genius that you simply can not afford to match his worth.

this has happened with me too too many times

and I have won the game but lost my love

that is the single reason I have no love in my life ( this is a straight reply to Neha c.Mehta: she literally asked me this question on her live talk with me.)

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.7.28 PM

In my previous office
the corridors of power
that's what the learned say

But I feel its the corridors of powerless

she occasionally met me in these corridors
and my slippery heart
its damn bullshit thing with me

but her scintillating hello
I remember til day

she succumbed to the system
I know it

so my heart has not forgotten her
but my brain has put a physiological system whereby the heart becomes simply stoic and nerveless

one fine day she encountered me in that corridors

I realised her constraints and I simply changed my path back to same room from where I came out

she did feel her stupid nerves not to realise a gem

but time is ruthless to everybody
it comes once only

I do remember her quite a few moments with me

as I owe my source of inspiration to her
as one of the first to make a point
that made me come off the monotony

but its not she only
probably the system fails everybody

if the momentum and vacuum: the ultimate powers to bring and remake the changes
simply doesn't favour you

when I am writing this
she may be busy to please her hubby
with some of her delicious dishes

I do realise
dishes and rose gardens
its something not promised to me

I make my own ones

and send instead
without a feel of reciprocity

And that's what
a real love stands for

source: Shipra.v

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.6.05 AM

I don't know how you maintain your routine mundanes

I have awakened to my own ones

I am not that much punctual
as Army discipline points

but my discipline is known to a few privileged

my previous boss ( a chief of software corporate house at chinaei at present ) never called me whilst our rooms are literally at two/ three seconds apart

he knew me by my prowess

once I wrote a draft/noting/case study
it comes straight to me after getting approval by all our complex senior hierarchy including the civil ones

And my boss simply died on my words

He never expressed so is my case

Now a different man is sitting over that chair only
and he has made a mess of all the things around
I tried to make him convinced

Lets see what happens

but yesterday he did say " Ahuja its too good"
but I was not happy

our hierarchy is so complex that no body can make a sense of it except we ourselves

but why I'm writting such things over here

simple

your grace is immense and magnanimous
I wish to gift you magnolias (my favourit flowers) every day

my heart again asks me
do you love her

I keep my silence

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.21.11, 8.43 PM

In basic sciences it is a consensus that we are only driven by what can be related to us

what is this bullshit relatedness

well it depends
of what soil you are made off

but what I am attracted to

may be this beauty heart can tel me

sometimes I do feel
what could have been if she never came to encounter my world

my heart suddenly interrupts me

it says : Are you sure , you a world of your own self

I get slipped out at its basic and magnetic question

I know its true : I have no world of mine

may be that's why
every evening comes with its own storms

I enjoy the roughs of seas
as its my love

my heart asks again
damn it

I am not for your damn roughness

I simply fail to understand
how to convince my heart

it again interrupts
with more rigorous waves

don't you dare tel me
that I am made for the bullshit vacuum
of your own makings

I ask myself

is it true

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.20,11.10.40.PM

when the night has just stepped in
I have awakened to the feels of my heart

it says
darling can't you tel me where my love reside

I do not understand
what my heart really wants

I know it will start fighting with my brain
as it has only that option
when a reply doesn't come

and my dummy brain
it simply puts me in distorted shape

I make sand dunes
and ask my heart
look !! how sweet and beautiful they are

it plays with them
quite often with too devoted sense of the nerves

a wind comes
and my sand dunes suddenly disappear

my heart asks again

where is my love

I simply fail to understand

how many times
I can afford to make

sand dunes

as I am too sick of making my heart get pleased

but I do ask myself

who I am

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VALENTINE DAY..Feb 14,11.5.29AM

I am not wishing any thing here but for piece of hearts

hatred and ill will is omnipresent
so is the love

but my heart asks me
who is the ultimate winner
I put the dotted lines.
It says
are you sure

I stagger at my reply

my heart takes the chance

the fights start de novo

I know today is my working day
And don't want my stupid heart to engage my brain

as its more needed at my work place

my brain will be making my pencil run
that's the life with me

but my heart simply envy my brain
as it has no pencil to run

I ask it
don't worry my darlin

you have the ultimate wealth

it says
what is that

my reply is

its Love

source: Neha c. mehta, kiran and anu,

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.12.11.10.05PM

What is happening in Egypt is probably known to all who have time to think beyond their boundary walls

but what sciences say about it

its difficult to put in shape as the research is something too prone to multifarious critique around

the gist is:

such events are controlled by the two basic factors: the momentum and vacuum.

well again the hi fi words are too enigmatic: the vacuum is created by plethora of socio-political-economic-religious/international factors.
the momentum is the total impact of mass psyche. The galvanizing factors come from within and without the system in question.

but what is the underlining total effect

the governing bodies should not take masses to the granted factor(s). The change in system should be envisioned before its too late and get the hostile forces of ibid basic factors to combine and bring the havoc to make and remake the history itself.

the biggest question is who cares.

well !!! then Neha will say something else

I can only say Darwinian theory of survival of the fittest will be rule of the day.

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH.Feb.12.11.8.58AM

its often I get too worked up at my environs

I know the right way of life is simply to go outside
come back and get busy at your work

but life in toto never allows you this very simple luxury

the reason is simple but even then very few can get a nerve of it
: its simple the live environs are that much over exposed to changing scenrio that once you start loving a set up of system etc. it suddenly paves in : you are left with again to make sand dunes.

I see this beauty as I get the thoughts
otherwise I prefer to take psychiatric medicine
and simply hibernate the time with me

my reason is simple
that "pave in" phenomenon as explained earlier is too prevalent in umpteenth gravity that I hardly get time and energy enough to strive for the changing scenarios.

the change if at all comes : it simply vanishes : And I don't like to get hurt unnecessarily

does it mean live a desolate life instead taking adventuristic point of life.

I will say
Neha should reply

as its too too enigmatic question

source: Neha c mehta, kiran and anu,

INFLOURESCENCE..Feb.06.11.10.37AM

I have often asked
why the storms leave behind
an array of vacuous feels

storms has to come
so is the feels around

but this reply is too impulsive
for my inquisitive half

but why you look for rose gardens
as it never have been promised

I get skirted my own self

why you look for replies
when you know
there is none at all

it fails to satisfy me

I search more and more

the infinite of horizons grow farther

I come back

the reality laughs at me

I ask my self
should I also learn
how to actualise the shallow laughs

there is no one to reply

but I ask instead

why you look for
for that
who has no existence at all

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A HEART LIES ON SILENT VOLCANO..Feb.6.11.12.29AM

when the crushing reality puts its excruciating pains
at my nerves and heart together

I remember you

how come that's going to prove a point
my volcanic heart speaks like a dying soldier
with bleeding arteries spread over the body and soul together

still a hope remains
may reinforcement shall come
to save me
but the pains make the brain too intolerable
let me have my inning finished

as the another day shall come
and I don't want live it again and again

I ask myself
why you're so desperate

keep the truth inside your being around

it get jostled
an earth quake of my own beings

may be
I put my faith to test

is it that day has an eventful entity at all

or the recurring bursting nerves

I ask my self
its really tough to absorb

I recall
the faith of my own being

lost over the time

how far
how much

My soul whispers

I ignore all

as the sun has to come again

bereft of my reality
crunch or happening

how does it matter

so far u know
how to struggle the ways around

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.5.11..9.14.AM

my ex boss now chief of a software company at chennai was so genius

Now when I start my pencil to run
Not only me
but my pencil misses him

Love is exotic

so the chance encounter of this beauty
she may be knowing of me

I hardly know her
inspite of my oceanic worth
at my fields of activities

my heart asks
do you love her

I ask instead retorting the same breath
Do the stupid creature like like you know

what Love stands for

it keeps mum for a few moments
like a Himalayan beauty who gets hurt on somethin special

but only to get reactivated like the horror bio science movies lead characters

I keep skirting its warfare like questions

but it says
how dare you challenge my worth

I do ask
can you tell me please
what is your worth

it retorts back

Do the hell you the damn around

is it you who have brought this exotic heart

mind its me only

I stare at my heart

but keep mum

source: Neha.c.mehta, kiran&anu,

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..7.30 PM, 02Feb,11

its often
my heart takes me to task

as I travel my path
too undefined
least known to me

I wonder whether love is a real solution
to put you in shape

or the fights of monotony and you
shall it be the final word to negotiate

I have asked and wondered at the environs

my heart says
how many times you will make
sand dunes have too ephemeral shelf life

I simply laugh

probably my heart has started to learn
the damn science of my dummy brain

but I really don't know

who is a trouble maker

is it my heart

or my brain

source: Neha.c.mehta, kiran&anu,