Tuesday, January 29, 2013

NAKED TRUTH JAN 29 TH.2013 1.10 AM

Darlin I will never allow you go this girl way

I tell you what happened

she promissed me to marry

one fine day
a bloody dalal lady came

she sold her to a bloody jamadar

but today when I saw you

you appear to have no jamadar around you

its a good thing

but 

still I dont trust

Darwin is such horrific

any day 

a dalal can come


Saturday, January 26, 2013

EVERY CRANK SAYS I AM THE ALMIGHTY PUT YOUR DATE TIME IS MINE

YES LOVE
my heart doesn't get pleased

I have searched you
some where 
all around

where ever I could afford to be

my heart asks

you the damn

tell me

one thing at least

how to achieve my Deepika


I keep quiet

I say look at this picture

it retorts
don't you dare be fool me

I really see around

where I am sitting at present


but I know

you are 
busy


that is the only word

my heart 
fails to understand.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

YOU NEED TRAINING AT YOUR ROMANTIC NERVES THUS SAYS MY HEART PUT (YOUR DATE TIME TOO )

My heart is hell annoyed with me today

hell with you
and your other worldly prowess

I am dieing all alone

there is not even a thread of voice
with whom 
I can spend 
a little time

the coveted nerves
I throw away 
all you boast off

I have not responded

may be

you shall come

today

to have
a cup of coffee
or say tea
or say hot chocolate fudge

or say simply chocolate

or say 
a word of your own choice

time is not given

place is not mentioned

tell me

what is your nice choice


Monday, January 21, 2013

YOU MAY NOT BE A GENIUS THUS SAYS MY HEART JAN (PUT YOUR DATE TIME IS MINE)

I was lost into your eyes

but my heart said
do you feel 
I am damn dummy with you

I could not say anything

I really wanted to feel
the love
residing hidden

the Antarctica
of my own making

some how
I realized
its better

not to read too much

I remember
Lord is not 
what you feel

its simply unpredictable

one day
Arjuna asked

Hei Krishna
why the hell I should fight

what is the necessity 
at all

Lord kept quiet

Arjuna asked again

the reply never came

but ibid is not a truth

but my heart asked 
hell with your philosophy

what you want to say

tell in clear terms



I know
if I tell what is there

it never accepts


do pay 
to the tea boy
at your market

I have deliberately 
not paid



YOU MAY NOT BE A FAILED GENIUS MY HEART HAS CHANGED HIS TONES JAN.21.13..1.41 AM

Till this event- full day 
my heart has never liked sad but romantic songs

one is : jis ko rab ki hei talash usei wahi melei 
mughei to bas meirei yaar ki jhalak meilei

its a title song sung by raj kumar of heer ranjha of Indian make ( I have catched the words for the first time - I know there are so many misses )

my heart asks

Darlin
where is my heer

I keep quiet

this time I am too scared of using my scientific know how

but one thing is there

I really don't know
why there is a dynamics of change in my liking

my heart says
you can never understand

its you only
which I have seen

whilst hooked to
the romantic songs

I sometimes see my heart
then my dummy brain
hell stuffed with ultimate sciences of the universe

then my pencil

I really don't know

who is a right choice at this moment

my pencil suddenly whispers

Darlin
every body can ditch you
but I will remain intact with you

my heart opines
is it you have 
suddenly come to reside

at my pencil

Sunday, January 20, 2013

YOU ARE A FAILED GENIUS THUS SAYS MY HEART CONTD

My heart and me
we never see eye to eye

the crunch and my bio entity

I find a mismatch everywhere

my heart asks
Darlin
can you tell me
whether a day shall ever come
that I can live at least

I hardly know 
what to tell it

I politely gather strength

I goad my heart

I really don't know 
what a life stand for

but on Monday
I will give you a life
at least for 15 minutes

it says
how

I explain

I will start my car and shall enjoy to reach Bank of Baroda Defence Colony New Delhi with stereo at its best. I shall go to your place but I really don't know whether you will be there or not. I hope you will be there for a few moments. I will ask you something and for such time that job is finished I will have a life.

my heart asks me
Darlin can I laugh at you

I see my heart 
and 
my deserted but live environs.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

YOU ARE A FAILED GENIUS THUS SAYS MY HEART: JAN 19.2013 : 12.29 AM

My love lady officer BoB defence colony New Delhi
I know  a  bank officer is handsome paid


probably its not my cup of tea

I have a difficult heart with me

it never gets pleased up

its sees you
your aura 
where ever it happens to be

one day 
it saw a beautiful girl 
her cotton strips
and her looks

it thought
its you

it went to a twist twirly around her

months together I convinced this stupid
my dear its not yours
its some other beauty

and that too
she is mad 
with a bloody tapaouria

but the hell bound
dirtiest chap
it never budged

on Monday
I have promised it

I will show
who is your love





Tuesday, January 15, 2013

PARANOID PSYCHOSIS

nights of my cocoons 

ask 
where are you

I have searched you

my soul has probably retired

but the search remain intact

is it
I write for the name

probably
that may be true

I have left
to decipher
true and false
together

may be
its too heavy

my nanons

my own makings

some 
come to fast

I ask 

where you have been

all the way

they ask
instead

where were you been

all the moments
of ours


Sunday, January 13, 2013

MY WARRIORS GROUND ARMY: MY PENCIL WISHES YOU

WHEN YOU WERE TO 

U WERE ASKED TO BE CAREFUL

TIME PLAYED ITS ROLE

I DIDN'T FAIL YOU

I KNOW

ITS ULTIMATE PRICE 

SOME DESERVE 
OTHERS RESILE

BILLIONS EXPLOIT

I WISH 
I WILL ENSCONCE YOU

THE OTHER MOMENTS


Saturday, January 12, 2013

MY DEAR BOB SWEAT HEART I AM DEVASTATED TODAY JAN 12 .13 6.20PM

I know you will never read this article

you hardly know
I am here only

the day I met you

it has become 
a yardstick

the lonely moments 
the fixed quoient of mine

I have 
started 
packing my luggage

but I do not know

what is the journey

and least known

the destiny

what to talk of

the place
where I am designed to go

Thursday, January 10, 2013

WEEPING WILLOWS JAN 10.2013 11.41 PM

when ever I recall Mahadevi verma
a hindi poet of the yore

my toughest nerves 
simply shade into blues

I know
it CAN never  happen

rose gardens can only be made in the skies

sand dunes have to flow

at the mercy of the winds

my heart asks

Darlin

don't be that much cruel

can you make 

my rose gardens
and sand dunes

at least with your infinite some pencil

I sometimes see myself
then my heart

and then my pencil

it says a lot

but I do not ask it 

to run


Thursday, January 3, 2013

WEEPING WILLOWS JAN 3.12 .3.22 PM

my little key pad asks me a lot

but I keep quiet too long

may be

I see what the environment fails to recognize

Aren't we too incognito are  impulsive lot around

Indra regime made a mess with mindless personal laws

are we that naive 

ages have not made us sane enough

why we equate criminals to our revered ones

is it we are that poor
knowledge doesn't make a dent at our brains


cast is the ultimate sin
it percolates down to 
what we dither to understand

but 

why we make alibi 

do we like traps
to get trapped ourselves
for endless oceanic period/time to come

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

BOUGANVILLIAS JAN 2ND 2013. 12.06 AM

I have tried 

may a day come

you shall see

what I have learned

so assiduously

over the ages

the heart lives

where the hearts breathe