BLACK ROSES..March,6,10

I was searching the hidden quotient of happenings in some of the married orkut profiles
some known to me
others as stranger
like u
working together for the work sake
neither u need money nor me
still the equations are different

my heart often asks
what's the difference between humans and the relatively less developed animals and adds don't u tell me that humanes have better nerves with better emotional quotient

I struggle hard to find a reply
my heart gets pacified with no replies
like the kids with lolly pops

but it leaves me where I continue to struggle find the meanings

but if at all we need meaning
I don't know
I am very scared of my heart

if it once again struck to the same equations
I will be struggling in the swamps for too long

my soul whispers
when u were not

I search my environs
it speaks a lot
but I don't want to read

as if
I am scary of these bullshit searches

but I do ask myself
who I am
and what for

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INFLOURESCENCE..5.3.10

I was interacting with the youthful flowers of my ususal way back pathway
many times they ask me too much
I find little to reply

may their beauty stops me short of electronic bias of my system
I know its injustice writ large at my system
but that's way
I have accustomed myself
in a quest to remain vibrant
to the tunes of mundanes

little remains to be negotiated
I asked myself
the sunset was too evident
thro' the widnowpanes of metro
I know
another sunrise is there
on the threshold of my happenings

but my fitting in the system quotient
makes the meanings too un-readable
I search my heart who is responsible
for the mess and threads unwoven
to the extremes
least defined to myself

I search every corner of my heart
in a fighting spirit
and die hard happiness

find no exact reply
and me the docile
remain as hazy as ever before
one day shall come
if at all
I may define
thread-bare
my purpose of
pulsating around
with the flowers of relevance

but why the things takes inverted shapes
I find the sprouting spruce and pines of my heart

the illusions with vengeance backlash
I struggle every moment
to find
to see if at all
it shall serve a purpose
in tune with the mundanes

I remain
with no reply at all

fall back upon
another illusion

and the hope never dies
so is the spirit
as I am made off

is it you
I ask too hard

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ATOM BOMB..March,3.10

today it was a normal day
except for
time came to me and said : I am the only thing around
I stopped short of getting too annoyed at boasting exuberance at tone of arrogance with plasma tic sarcasm

morning went with interaction with the Military hierarchy
the chart of things too defined to leave a scope bereft of discipline, nerves and patience

eve hrs were a bit relaxed as I traversed my way back thro' vijay chowk , Rajpath with the beauty lit large around
some cameramen were busy shooting live what they have worth about

I was taking steps as if its the only place of relevance
but I knew the slowest steps shall bring only to this place of mishappenings with the bullshit pc , your thoughts and my Himalayan missed out targets

whilst now I did wonder
why Time has not spared a single event around the above environs
boasting with vengeance

Am I too weak, spent of bubbles around, or too irrelevant

I ask myself
and see the Time going out my courtyard laughing like a ghost
saying
I told u so
but u the fool never realise

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BLACK ROSES.March.1,10

its a morning of different moments
a day of colours

I am looking the freshness of early hrs
the relevance of pc, your being, sound of a distant running engine of train
but not Pakiza movie like
I simply dislike the sand bullshit thins around
becoming too swampy with some one's memories

and spoiling the present moments of love and relevance

love is every where
better develop a heart to decipher it

this is what the ultra tech facilitated modern sciences tell us all

but still u are different
your absence is as good as your presence with me

as I hardly look for stupid unions of the yore

you're happy
even with the memories

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HAPPY HOLI.28.2.10.539Hrs

British believed that one day in a yr
whole of the Indians go mad

the situation if perceived by on time scale
very few days are when Indian system is sane enough

I was discussing the impact of NAREGA-II with my friends
the wasteful spending the money fetches no-work culture
all ready rampant phenomenon in Indian scenario
the politic entity is blackmailed thro' the cast ridden society

well! solution may be found thro' multinationals
it may evoke a lot fuss but that's way to create work and jobs
the GDP scary hierarchy should play with colours of brains

why I have put your beautiful snap here
my friend told if u give jewels for nothing
it will be thrown away as if stones

I was awakened very early morning
not unusual
but this morning is different

I got the bio-tech reasons of your indifferent heart

and my stupid way thinking

but I also know
only stupid can be creative

happy holi

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PINES SMILES ON YOUR WAYS..27.2.10.2.20Hrs

this eve my senior most general was being felicitated at his superannuation day
having been at the top most rank and one man show of winds of happening of real world:
I looked straight into his eyes as he with a heavy moments at his heart started to speak his heart
Army discipline and last moments of service
its notion understood by privileged few

we lined up to say the last official : good llllllllluck

it was over by the evening
the memories got personified

I was calculating the millionth quotient of varieties of Love

way back at Rajpath
things shaped the usual way with a different hidden feels of the day

I missed u a lot

u may ask why????????????

when u are in all the phases of time at one go
You love to see your love
and talk to the heart if feasible

I am putting on this wall
u may read

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ATOM BOMB..25.2.10..23.hr

"kabhi kuch apni hi likhi jab padhtha hu mein -lagta hei-kisi pagal nei banai tha mujhei uus asman kei par- tumei khanei' dhudhnei' kei' lyei' "

I hardly know why I go on writing
with sequel of love syndrome
writ large at every nano second around

I was searching the people on long tours
why don't u go somewhere
I kept mum to my heart's query

but I know u are not around
so my destination remains too hazy

I know the Ganges flows where a heart lies

every eve
I search
and end what I searched for

is it Alzheimer of Love
striking hard at every neuron

may be neurotic disorder

but my search remains intact
flowing dust ask
its too dusty to play a monotonous tone

but I know
my feels flow
a fresh waive
my Ganges flow with u
behind u

and probably that's why
I go un-noticed of myself


directions free
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