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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
CHEMOTHERAPY..01.12.09
TODAY probably the toughest working day
I was expected to do conduct an apex body of Senior hierarchy
I noted the possible points

but my heart is too nervous
how to create the official notes out of the stuff uttered so lengthy

I know I can and would make the success to come
but the anxiety runs the roost
till I pick my pen tomorrow

so is the moments every day and every moment
the work being the relevance of the heart and nerves together

I do miss the warmth and ocean inc support
probably this luxury has bypassed

the cruelty of Nature

survival is the fittest
or the other way around

so it goes with the ' waves' of thoughts with me

I sometimes realise
its with every body
hot seats are too hot to handle
enigmatic too
the uncertain factors
taxing matter and results too

Way back
I listened calm
the heart spoke at length
the broken wavelengths with vengeance

you spoke with liberal verbatum
but I couldn't make out
whether you're standing
at arms length

I did wonder
whether such equations are that prevalent

probably yes

I did recall your absence
after another seconds
probably your ghost
it shadows me every where

may be I do realise
you never leave me either

its your Aura and its nanonic presence
at my psyche

may be
that makes the toughest
more challenge able

And

I accept the challenge
for another innings

may be
its love
or love of the work
or
love of your being
around me

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HALLUCINATED EXTERIORS

way back in our litrary giants
probably one thing comes out a common factor

the scanty quotient of 'relatedness'
probably haunty all
cutting across
the equsitive value of knowledge and wealth
of all sorts

in a fine morning
i was standing at Rhotak railway station
the wet and soft cooled environs
the romance of the surroundings
with some memories
of mine and others

some hardy and worldly people
sitting at a fence pavement
probably waiting for their train timings

i did wonder
whether their related quotient makes them so fit

the chance waiting for my friends
at desolate railways junctions

it all puts another fire of relatedness
right at the spirit
hitherto crumbling with crunch of the routine

these exotic attire
of the self

i do wonder
at the findings of the latest ultra modern behavioural sciences

is it
simple
the robust ways
makes the things so simple
and interesting full of 'joys'

may be
its rather more relevant
earlier people felt more happy

since they were too simple

source : mallika sherawat

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

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

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