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when days and nights
pull the trigger
against
your wishes and thoughts
when the scorching heat
brings you
a solace of shadows
far away
from the narrow
stingy lanes
of deceipt and mooves of stingy around
you love to see
in your backyard
a heart
and the warmth
see if moments
not allow to fast
speed thro' your times
i remember the exotic words of a lady C.M of delhi
" i put in a simulated shape"
when the murcury touches 45.C'
and i prefer to travel
sitting at the bonnet of engine
of a DTC bus
i
know the driver is duty bound
but i ask myself
why this heat is too glamorous to me
it replies
you see love!!
its coming
from the eyes of a beautifull heart
i feel alone
and chance to DU
not too many times
the reason is simple
i believe to acclemetize my inner core
to fight to the finish
the ways the means
at my hand
and see the beautifull eyes
of the beautifull heart
thro' the window
of my heart
come back
for another encounter
source : mallika sherawat, amitabh bachan, shipra vashisht
today at 5.25 hrs
i sped my car to reach delhi domestic airport terminal
my nerves strained too much to find a plethora of topographic changes
it has been too long since i chanced to see someone at airport
this time
a very special heart
whose roots lie at my interiors of gene language,
she was travelling spice jet to mysore for her software engineer job
i could talk to her thro' the security gate only as she was already thro' the security norms of airport
her beautifull friend just took her patience till i could say good bye
i did wish to talk to her
probably she was too formal to steer a bit far
moments went
i was alone as usual
way back
my speed was of a "rickshapuller"
at my office
too many a times
i go upstairs to glance the airtraffic
and wonder at the frequency
this time
i hardly know
at what
i will wonder at
source : Mallika sherawat, navu
when i'm surrounded by lows
my spirit plays die hard
to come off
strive a bit
with the moment
off the moment
i yearn for my love
my heart asks
are you sure
it's your love
that makes
all the whirl- pools
in and around you
i stare a bit
at my own thoughts
with a vacuumenous vainfull querries
whish for a reply
to soothen
my dud nerves
time may have proven
too truant a role
i encounter day and night
my heart quips again
i know
i havn't replied
i look inward
outwards too
to find one
for me
but
i ask myself
who i am
source: amitabh bachhan, mallika sherwat
i've often wondered at Nature's way of experimentations
with the live or otherwise
i close my books, thoughts too
to actualize
whether if
A Nature does exist at all
or
it's a mere co-existence of
like and dislike factors
very hard to find
i recluse in bliss of unknown instincts
the stormy inquisitive live half
it never stops
asking too often
why the hell
you skirt every time
i ask a meaningfull
i wonder
does Nature has a meaning at all
i look thro' the ages
it fails to suffice
may be
little is known to us
The Nature's way of
putting the elements of relevance
into shape
i pause for a moment
see if
scale of time and space is too large
and i'm looking for
too short
source : amitabh bachan, mallika sherawat, kanudha, pu chd
i know the driver is duty bound
