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What you see here is a perfect case of anorexia nervosa
but what probably is not there
we all suffer from it
the image we have of inner and exteriors
the endless array of complexes we stand for
but its one's own choice
choices may be driven from plethora of matters
how does it going to matter
it lasts with you till you hope to another one
I was analysing the positive behavioural traits
out of the thins
why there isn't a simple model of
but why you expect one
I asked as if talking to environs
suddenly it spoke with vengeance
if you like something
go on
what's the fuss of being over conscious
I looked deep into the environs
where I happen to reside for the moments
Yes its true
the war of nerves
it shall stand with us
till the end of relevance
and the onsetting of another ones
is this the obsession of love of the live
I asked
with a shallow smile at my heart
source: shipra.v
while on a hangout at sector 17 Chandigarh
around CP the so called my love lane
I have ignored the hanging war room
like a tickking bomb in a dust bin near by
I wondered why the truth is not rosy
I have read too much of you
you never promised rose gardens
why this time I evade rose garden of reality
as if you are not with me
so are the roses
why you are on the other side of the road
I traverse day by day
nights are simply horrible
I get jostled too much
so I do paint roses for you
I have heard the chirping bird
It bled to make the petal red
a heart may find its niche
why the blizzards struck only the heart
whilst the brain is never optimistic of its wishes
why these wishes are made at all
I see the war room beside
at the spot where I hanged out with you thoughts at my nerves
why the reality is in your hands
I wish the war room should have roses
source: shipra.v
the world as we are accustomed to
like a too hot economic cauldron
shall redesign itself
the scale of time and space
its too evident
bio cauldron of the billionth
shall give another experimental dose
the fittest and chance shall thrive an equation
worth mentionable
but how does it matter
may be paradigm of life has to reincarnate itself
new norms of life and mind set-ups
how its going on a nano-scale
its different with different set of conflicting forces
I was just visualising the complex scenario
whether we are better equipped
may be not
too volatile hot spots
the mundanes with ground realities
the harsh has no time to die
live is defined in conflict model all the way
I did wonder
whether it applies all the way I may think about
may be too simplistic
source: shipra.v
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
What you see here is a perfect case of anorexia nervosa
