Sunday, July 13, 2008

VACUUMOUS WORK ORDER

when asked upon of jittery query of where do you want to reside
Lord Krishna paused for a real long
replied with a fathomless smile " your 'karam bhumi' overpowers all"

i spend my special time
to negotiate His words
to internalise
the pains, inquisitive quotient, the magnetic nerves
and
the "ruthless heart"

why we wander to nowhere

it reverberates every morning
when i cross vijay chowk

the beauty does cast its own spell

but it dithers away
at the other moment

is it like
the fag habbit

or the hidden volcano
of what we may be made off

i find little to soothen my own traps
my steps pull me up and down
and i go on and on

i remember
a sweating amitabh
with a few words at his lips
" i am yet too anxious of the uncertain: so i work hard to my nerves"

probably things happen
own its own

we just fit into

source : mallika sherawat

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EYES OF BEAUTIFULL HEART


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

BEAUTIFULL HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO

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
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Friday, July 4, 2008

COLOURS OF LOVE

i often find it hard to reply to my heart
the eternal streams of love of relevance

i know probably the Nature has evolved its bio-clock
just as its ticks on and on
may this false hope of new found love
lies at the centre of
our being eternally related to ourselves
with a juicy hazy array of happiness
or
the desire of new echelons
getting fullfilled somehow
hithertoo felt a bit of short of exact achieving
what we aspire for

i stroll to my places
with the another happening
far less fit for the words



my being in two exteriors
may be they converse
look for the present
relate too often
with whats and hows

i hardly stop
on the ways
probably its too usual


but my unsatiated heart
look for the elixir

and ask
hows whats and whys
in its own terms

i skirt
for an another moment

i know
it hardly differs

and i have to stroll
thro'
the lanes
of the knowns
unknowns alike

source: amitabh bachan, shipra vashisht
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Thursday, June 26, 2008

FIRST LOVE..contd

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
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