Thursday, March 17, 2011

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..March.17..1,45.AM

probably if I am not that under my psychiatric medicine effect
I shall imagine you to be too sleepy

my wavelengths might have crossed you too instantaneously

with out flutter of your Himalayan hair
so assiduously put to the grace of your aura

I know by this time you might have crossed your inhibitory quotient
and reality which simply your nerves couldn't come at

I have awakened to the next phase of time

But I remember whilst at Draupati Ghat Allahabad Defence Account office
I was lost in the fragrance of Magnolias
and my colleagues too faithful to my way of being around

but I was too faithful to you
with no inkling of thoughts
at your heart

some of those Magnolians are still with me
its fragrance surrounding my psyche

probably I have kept it jealously

you may ask when you happen to read
why
what's the hell is with you

I may smile at my heart
but I will tel little of it

my this smile may not be visible to me itself

so is the love
it comes in different forms

Today in my official tea get together
my director general was too confused
I could feel his heart
but could not reciprocate

as the army hard rules have no scope of such openness

but I did wonder
when a general can realise me

why you failed at your heart

is that beauty has no brain
may be true

may be beauty is overwhelmed by possessions
of worth

one day when I encountered you
I loved your newly brought: may be a purse

I am not recollecting all

But I did know
"you're failing hard at your nerves
and eyes together"

but I did wish
to purchase something for you

I know wishes have no
black horses

probably time gives a chance to every one
and we miss that very instance
of the worth millionth
gifted by the lord

Now I can say god does exist

else there is no practical proof
at least to the mundanes

but darlin its not your fault

when Nanak (first sikh guru)
could be failed by his own sons

how can I expect
a win at your heart

have a nice morning hrs


source is definitely you only : Its my love letter post facto














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