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smoking is bad
but
what to do
when a heart
smokes a pipe of love
i ask too much
get a little
from bullshit brain
i stand at my terrace
the trees have got my essescene
new buds
some have grown
with new vigour
i talk to them
a few the little ones
too eager to jest
say a lot
i converse with caution at my heart
i know
they will ask
where are you
my best way
saying the words
it fetches
little meaning to them
they persist
with a hype at their heads
may be
their rehtoric has some hidden tech
one of them ask
our effort is to fetch
your love
near us
to find
what a love
looks like
i listen with eyes
set to their way of converse
with a lot
at my heart
source inspire: shipra vashisht, neha c'.s space, astha . b, kan, pu chd
walking with your thoughts
stumbling at
the other way
to equate
a meaning
of the void
created by my
uncanny nerves
i see you
at every face
i encounter
at my way
love starts trikling in
at the hightest storms
in and around you
may it be the ghost
of your thoughts
or of mine
the air filled by
the frag
you never created
it assumes
and discard
at the other moments
gives so much of
excuses
some sane
but too often
i reclues
with the void
of your thoughts
repeat of the yore
present
and past fect
it lies
with an exteded future
of desires
of your being
near and around
where ever i go
source inspire: shipra vashisht, neha c'.s space, astha.b, kan, pu chd india
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
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
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
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
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..