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Probably most of us happen to live in war room
most of times with us
whether Nature has chosen the course
may be too complex to equate with simplistic terms
some resile with thoughts
another with intended thoughts
actions are by default a product of the twins
much less to defined
and adhered to
as the uncertain nerves
runs the roost
at the end of fag day
things takes shapes
we intend to exhaust
the patience quotient
available at other end
but probably very few like me
remain recluded with you type syndrome
whilst in war room
reasons may be simple but far less decipherable
as the heart
it never fetches the wishes
as if wishes
are made for the name sake
to get the sitting goose
a target of reclusion
but what happen with the you type syndrome
simple
they enjoy with their obsession of the present
unlike the other ones
they put their whole worth
visualising a mirage
source: shipra.v
Friday eve
whole of the stuff in a hurry to reach their homes
I was quietly moving down the memory lane of happenings
traffic seemed to soar ever before
pungent petro-smell in the air of Rajpath
but probably my heart missed your duo
I have never come that close to you
or probably I have forgotten
my sense of smell is like that of dogs
but how come
I have no data at my hard drive
my dumpy brain took me to task
I promised it
Now if you chanced to come in my proximity
I shall remember that
but I know
I may not be
my heart asks again
why the hell
you guess too much of you
I simply laughed at the interiors
security guards were slowly taking their shifts
it was dark already
and I know you have left the place much earlier
otherwise
I could have got your odour from the thins
coming straight to me from your office building
this time my brain was annoyed at the hysteric behaviour
it always says
their are hell of beauties around you
I know
every beauty is special
but some special
the reason is simple
they have a different aura around them
that makes the dud life live
with cosy and silky petals
of exuberance
source: shipra.v
I was waiting for a meet with senior hierarchy in south block
pc of the PA lady tuned an old melody
" jo hum nei apni dastan sunai to aap kaon roi-...tum roi to hum roi dengei..apnei ansuo se bhar deigein sari khudai.."
the english version is somewhat like this:
why your eyes are wet on listening to
what happened over the life
If your eyes remained pensive
I shall fill the universe with my tears
I was aghast at my own feelings
I simply dislike old melody-serious songs
to the extent of instinctive aversion
but I did wonder
the truth is as fresh today
probably the tears has gone inside thro' nostrils'/eye pores'
but why
my heart stirred me up
I was looking for the alibi
and looking straight at your office thro' the window
how palacious houses become historic
to the heart and brain together
probably I felt for the first time
my nerves did ask
are you in love
I looked around
my time to meet the officials
it asked hurry up
there are too many points to discuss
source: shipra.v
its drizzling outside at my "courtyard"
my FM tuned to melody like " god has gone crazy like me for you"
I wonder at my nerves
so crazy for non-entity around
but that's way
Nature unfolds itself
all the time to come
that's why
I often say
love is never too way traffic
Nature is horrible hetero genetic
may be its parlains are like that
much more I visualise
that's why
the heart lies at odds
all the way
I do wonder
why heart is suicidal in that way
my nerves find no reply
as if
they are least interested in stupid thins around
may be
reality defeats another reality
and goes the way
I search
for you
in the thins around
source: shipra.v
Probably most of us happen to live in war room
