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WHY you have been in heaven
and corner of the hell is too jealous
why the simple is too exotic
why the worthy stuff has contours of shadow of oblivion
my queries haunts like your love
and this stupid pc and FM tuned to the clock
speak a millionth of the depth of mismatch around
the bubbly differences never take the small diff to travel to reality
why the exotic reality is subservient to nanonic and plasmatic thins
I search day and night
with your side of embanks on a arms distance of
the waters of this world are too touch me not
late nights syndromic epileptic breaks of conformity
probably the latest fag of the FM has more akin to replies
do I have to do with this sort of stuff around
may be not
search is infinite
so is the reality
source: shipra.v
is it anorexic nerves has superceded the space alloted to
i often ask til date
or the quest to run with the relevance
has overrun the effervescence of the stuff
crushing mundanes over a stream of vacuum
i negotiate to know the common sense
suddenly the fragrance of Night's queen
its warmth and scintillating allegiance
i come surfing and realise
some one is there
beside to realise the madness of the filth
tomorrow shall be equally vacuous
but why
my heart is left negotiating
once again
look the horizon is infinite
i take sides
the competitive quotient
I learnt over the bi-worlds
haunts me
as if all what i do is again too hostile
but why i am afraid off hostile
its the way of live equations around
i take reclusion
at your Himalayan hair
source: shipra.v, bbps rohini delhi, DRDO delhi
today very morning hrs
me the docile around
just walked towards my office
while at Rajpath
it was all times of past present and future
around me
its rarest of rare at such feels
Indians the spoilt lot
its nothing new
well written through the history books
we are confronting another gen of spoilt bastards
Dr.Manmohanomics has a dark side at socio-economic contemporary dumpy idiots Indians
the war room of happenings
it shall have its own toll
may be external factors of chasing the global warming shoot down the stupids to the reality
chances are too hostile to make a straight line
probably too hot economic cauldron will stifle many buddy buds
around the backdrop of social equality syndrome
I cut short of streams of prophesies
it was too near to your office
but I didn't search you
the reason is simple
quid pro quo
source: shipra.v
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
WHY you have been in heaven
