BEAUTIFUL HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO..10.4.08

expanse of the live environs
it has evolved
with the concretes
spread at every other step

i pick up my pen
see your heart
talking to you
at a few steps to me

i see the Nature's friends
feel their pulse
my pen
it works on my pulse
but
love to write of yours

Plants do interact

at my univ
we worked to know more
we know
as of now
it's a parallel to our own

do they have a language
definitely "yes"

concrete of vijay chowk
does it interferes with that language

i come to 'live' in one such concrete
as of yours

my heart asks
does it stop my language

it replies itself
"neigh!"

i wonder
why my heart is so unscientific

But i realise
far too later
it's rather more advanced
as it has heard
a few words
coming from you

source inspire: shipra.v,neha, astha.b

BUBBLES..contd

moments are there
too often
i feel
as if fly off
to a direction
unknown to
my interior psyche

it helps to say
i decipher
far less
as i try
instinctively
may be
too hard

From my work place window
i see you

may this flight

you may be occupying
a comfortable seat
as it lands

you're to be
pre-occupied
with crunching
ground realities

but i hardly recognise
the grounds

too often
another landing flight

my heart
it sees you
shuffling your hair
may be
it's destined
for an unknown
confront

next flight
it may bring you
live

near to my heart

source inspire: neha c'.s space, shipra vashisht

before i clicked my mouse to publish the post

my brain
it tossed me out

it says

damn crazy guy
i tell you
the contrary ought to happen

BEAUTIFUL HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO..contd

this day as the hrs progressed
i was asked to decide to attend a condolence meeting

i was annoyed at my heart
how damn it concerns me
for me
its whole hell
thorny bushes all along

my brain was looking the whole array of
in a silent mode

i reluctantly remained at
said "yeah"

but the decision was there
so the consequences

delhi is known for uncertain syndrome
at roads
more caused by the people in power
less by the people themselves

i was least bothered about the nuances
and kept silent
whole along

but i still gather the graceous gratitude
at her face

i was left to wonder
at the " graceous gratitude syndrome"

is this the culprit
of all the evil
all the uncertaintities
i face

i was not committed

i know a reletive equation with the reality
that's what is the limiting factor(s)
at least
for the hauty souls like me

source inspire: shipra vashisht

MY LOVE IS BLIND

you're standing
on an opposite pole

and they never meet
since Nature forgot
to formulate
the union

but do you know
their co-existence
is a default value

i get a chance to see you
when my pc flashes

"shingly bird is now online"

and i wait
till such time

it flashes again
at its own sweet will

"shingly bird is now offline"

i open "my own" neha C'.s space
stored at my hard drive

observe for too long

have a silence
at my heart
but
late night hrs
it does say
"LOVE"
tomorrow is a working day

thus goes my way of life

and i'm proud of
my possessions

source inspire: neha c'.s space, shipra.v , pu chd

COGNIZANT PSYCHIATRIC DISORDERS

i have often wrote
the thin line
between psychology and psychiatry
the forbidden parlains
of higher knowledge
governing
whole of the array
we will and have to negotiate

a habbit or an act/and or a set of feeling/and or 'realization' of the 'self'
when it starts hurting
you or the live environs
in implicit and explicit terms
it becomes a psychiatric cognigative disorder
e.g e.mail of the present e-generation
and obsession of any kind which starts hurting
you and / or the live environs

psychology only understands the fact
tries to make you/and/or the live environs
while psychiatry helps to remove
the ailing facts
thro' the basis of governance of the complexity of bio-world
e.g the habbit of washing your hands too (too) often

to be contd..

BEAUTIFUL HEART LIVES ON A VOLCANO..contd

mc D
so beautiful
you always preferred
hot chocklate fudge
it has
somehow
percolated down to my unsavoury heart

when i feel too alone


i go a little further

observe a bit
the vendors
selling magnolias
the love lane of ur heart
the cp

i ask for one handful
they oblige
but the girl sitting nearby
stares at me
and
probably she dares not
to ask
where are u

i pick one of
give back to her
i smile
it'll look wonderful at your ponytail
she feels too embarrased
but accepts at the other moment
her nerves pick
my lonely heart

she says not
but her eyes are wet

they ask me
where u have gone
what makes you live
so alone

i smile
with a no words at my lips

but she reads
a lot

her eyes say
an array of questions

i decipher all

dare not to reply

she is too persistent
at her querries

i oblige
and say

the rest of flowers
they are for you
i'll send thro' a courier

but she is not convinced

as she wonders

how a love
can travel
thro' a courier

source inspire : shipra vashisht, mallika sherawat, neha c'.s space, pu chd india

DRIED LEAVES..archive of love..my love story..contd

when i finished with the know how of
my psychiatric super specialists grown ups
one of them
asked
"never combine our knowledge"
at least with psychology

time brought me
my ultra psychologists
knocking at my door

i finished with the whole

and forgot
the advice

i do know the "apple" of eve and adem

but luck is stupid
always
with the love

when i saw you
i forgot
the advice
once again

the twister of my love
it sucked
the whole in the tube

i was left
with pieces

but with a diff
that it hung in space

i take one by one
and recall
your promises

that all made in airs

my little heart
it never believes
that you're not there
when a strike is at the door

i have put my door bell
off
to make a noise
too descernible

some day
it may listen to my brain

the knock at the door
it isn't her

but
the next moment
it says
Look!!
there is a strike

i keep mum

but it says
why don't you listen

how many times
should i say

you're not there
you'll never be there

it says with fumes at its core

i dislike
the "neih's"

source inspire: shipra vashisht, mallika sherwat, neha c'.s space, pu chd india