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Friday eve I was better this time at my time to office
Ratpath was singing
" we got deceited once Now shall we not....we shall prefer to get killed to bow before enemy "
I have translated as the Hindi version is too classic and old one
I did wonder at the enthusiastic freshness
probably we celebrate yr after yr to enthuse the gen next to safeguard their Nation with killing instinct and let them to innovate at their nerves for the changing and evolving time
my heart asked where are you at this moment
I know you hardly come before 930 hrs
my this office environs are too disciplined
I prefer to compete with my military hierarchy in all aspects
that may be a reason to get evolved for duds like me
source..shipra.v
Psychiatry may tell a whole lot
but love as a fact shall remain
ever enigmatic and exotic faculty of live world
but what love stand for
is that we pulse for another heart
or our own persona is hijacked
or something that we loose our own contact with inner half
may be none of the above
but one thing is certain
we start equating outer world of happenings with somebody
least interested in your whole hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but why its so enigmatic and one way traffic
so sudden short of nerves
and what's there
no relativity
may be modern concept has changed
existential parlains not withstanding
its difficult to stop and initiate
it starts at moment
that takes you un-paralleled
time and space may pity at the instances
but the mamoth of love simply takes over
but what actually happens
its nothin
you become I
source: shipra.v
time is what you can't afford to ignore
if you happen to do
time can't afford you
I was searching the correct chemistry/mathematics of the work at my hand
people enjoyed their lunch in today sunshine
my heart whispered : where's your sunshine
I simply saw thro' my window while the running the pencil on my draft pad
but I did miss you all the time while concentrating on eventful case study
how people afford this leasure
probably I shall know if you happen to be with me
wishes are for horses sake
and now-a-days horses are an exotic par excellence and privileged
I look towards the horizon for the privilege quotient
probably my FM understands my pulse a better lot
sometimes you aught to learn your own moments
bereft of what you deserve or aspire for
that's the ultimate message from the great Gita
may be
religious is last recluse of scoundrels like be
whether made of their excess studies
or otherwise
source: shipra.v
my army colleagues seem to be a bit better evolved
well evolution as a process can be either way
bio diversity fundamentals prove the adage
working equation survives the rest
I do wonder
what's the role of the system
probably the working quotient is absolutely subjective
system is always with a momentum
if you happen to deviate
the power of momentum may crush your bones and soul together
I was surfing this stupid pc to find another relevance for the eve moments
your Maitreyi college came flashing
one day I met your Principal
she was nostalgic about her tenure at Shimla
I was too formal to equate further
sometimes equations take the roots beyond recognition
I am nostalgic about Shimla Mall and its surroundings like Lower Bazaar, The Ridge, Hanuman Temple and the way to Secretariat, Shimla Univ, the residence of CM, the Himachal Public Service Commission premises and my Panjab Univ Rest House
You will say: well! will you leave something aside: Are you resident of Shimla : some special heart at Shimla
Well !! the reply is I search your Himalayan hair and that too in this shivering cold
particularly at the caffee house at mid of the Mall
one day
you'll accompany me to witness the beautiful moon of shimla nights on The Mall
I have roamed every inch of that place in search of your Maitreyi college : see how stupid is this that I forgot its just near my office: I have met you over there very quick
but the hurdle is : how you would have recognised me
U live with me without recognising me even til day
source: shipra.v
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
Friday eve I was better this time at my time to office
