MIRAGE OF HOPE

i have spent waiting moments
and see off love-lost
international airport new delhi
parking space and the serene environs
i often wondered the charm of early morning hrs

my friends
a lot of
gone with the winds

i make my own winds
to see you

i know
this time
Nature will accompany me
the beauty of Lord
and its combine
my heart stops
to look for the moments

i know
you may rebuff it
too childish

but you know
child has a heart of Lord

hope is too good
and i wait
for the moments

you may alight from

but how you'll recognise me

my heart says
put your photograph on the web

but my brain
it's too oldy chap

i know it'll never budge

but i know you'll come
see thro' the air
and come running

where the heart
beats for the last

source inspire: neha , mallika

NAKED TRUTH..Contd

Amrita Pritam a 'punjabiat' female writer
i was not amused at Her thoughts
reason is hidden
as i use Mallika 'pics'

my heart often says
Love! you're not sincere
i ignore
and get lost into my inflourescence

my brain+heart+soul wonder
if this bio unit has turned insane

i feel as if i have a separate entity
off the trio

my knowledge is unable
to account for my thoughts
as til date i have yet to understand Her
Her one line reverberates into my 'brainosphere'
" I have uttered your name
romance at my head
lust at my soul
and found
the shallow of relevance
with you and with your Love"

my soul breaks its patience
"you' r horrbly difficult bastarad"
i remain unfluttered at its unsavoury remarks
and get lost into my inflourescence

you might have remembered by this time
inflourescence looks like a ocean to me
and i hardly forget
my tree of Love

every day i cross by
i look deep into its twigs

I feel as if
it says a lot of
i aspire
but find hard to enumerate
source: neha, mallika

NAKED TRUTH

change is a too 'fundamental'
i often wondered at my socio writers
why i am unable to change
my soul gets stirred
i feel the bio driven forces have to take
its own stroll

i kept waiting
in the rose garden of CHD

the querry remained unparalled

tired Sun goaded me
either book a room
else your way is clear to Delhi

i was prepared for none

my be i stand at backdrop
of love and hatred

i've read a lot of Mahabharta and Gita
probably my intellect is too short of

i happen to see the vast lands
my soul asks me
Love! don't you see it's more love here
i brush aside
and find myself brushed around
by the Naked Truth
surrounding me

Deepika I am changing the entry : I have often been to my mundanes and stopped at many a loci i. Some time extremely depressed tired practically in tethered existence. I have never received even a bullshit phone call that I can reckon with however I did receive calls from those who want to elope anu. Sometime with others without. ( the last line is poetic cum prose of course scientific in content and value.)

SHOWER

mist stoked morning
of delhi roads
with sharp appointments
leave behind
uncertain time ahead

i recall your special moments
but find
a unison of horizon

may be
we share
the undefined

some smiles
say a lot
ahead of clock

may be
its beauty
vie the environs

LONELY WAYS

too often
i stare deep
into your eyes
to find a reply

i know
its
within me
and the efforts
for name sake

my soul looks
with stary eyes

may be

another moment
bring
a more solace

i know
but my heart
pulsate
to find
a resonance
with your heart
and soul too

is that too absolute
my brain often quips

i remain calm

i know my addiction
its beyond

source: neha , mallika

INFLORESCENCE ..contd..

this day
when thoughts failed the test of irony
i recalled my nanonic love
and find you where my breath stops short of
what i would skirt
and remain with it

my beauty,
you know a lot
and find me
lagging behind

my soul
dares not
to say
one word of its
ultimate fantassy

..love is that exotic
or, its
rather airy

i struggle to spend
the precious
for
too mundane

source neha,mallika

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