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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
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.)
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
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
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
some are specially carved for the Lord
to appreciate
at His eternal provess
so do our beats of the heart
i often talk of my twister love
she is a horrific entity around
comes with her sweet adolescent wish
disappears like a storm
leaves behind
mamoth of desires
thoughts too
waving thro the ocean
and love at atlantic
the stormy winds
deep caves
the world has come to know
the depth of her eyes
some call it
its absence will lead to global warming
and such is my love
writen specially for neha at her beautiful snap at my live talk