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I don't want to write : what you're doing at this moment: Its already Monday early morning and the blue colour of only relevance of mine has started pouring at my inner half
another half is lost in your illusive world
why the truth is so infinite and indifferent
til date I am searching the single query
may be we are less adaptable to the changes hostile they may be
or may be
challenges are a bit faster to us
what ever may be the outcome
your illusive presence do serve one purpose
I find a shadow in the scorching heart heats
sometime I feel its better to forget you and delete the whole hell from my hard disc
suddenly I find your aura has evolved like a virus- getting metamorphic stages in infesting my psyche and me the docile around keep searching for the solutions
good morning
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at the other end of horizon
I find me busy searching your hazy aura falling in love with me
search has laser finished accuracy
e-world of mine
too predisposed at your wobble heart
I wish for the wishes sake
knowing the chasm to infinite
your will too meagre to cross thro'
in my classics I found this
over the waters of chanab and jhelam
time has evolved
I find at a corner
bypassing the seconds of this
as the search advance
so I remain intact
to find you more
ever after
shade after rise
silent moments
and your search
I make the steel nerves
to look sharp
over a nano second of mine
with me
I wish the success
jointed to your soul
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The faculty of love has driven the profuse attention of almost every brain and heart around.
Sciences has developed to a forbidden levels as of now
Its immaterial if one is aware of that or not
the fact is howsoever unpalatable and difficult to internalise much exotic to actualise : Love as a faculty of human brain is a psychiatric disorder
the eternity factor of love is simply a mirage
the cardinals triggering love bio-chemicals are too unmanageable and prove to be lethal in all aspects barring the rarest purpose of extreme occurrence
but its a fact too
people are immensely prone to this brain's activity
the de facto instinct to love exotics is the real trigger of love
the vacuous magnetic syndrome
the so called love
leaves whole of the green grasses burnt all around
but the Nature and evolution don't stop so short
this very burnt out psychological living space gives birth to another set of forbidden eventualities
far more unpredictable for a more mundane brain to decipher at
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why the waves look indifferent
at my steps
some too heavy
tired and exhausted
with a desire to win the race
and find the race is itself
devoid of meaning
I search the equations
whether its as the usual way
find too little to reply
soothed heart
may be a whimsical reality
fought over
at every pulsating heart
take another step
towards the crunch
find the so called crunch
probably the mirage of the reality
U and me
search every day and night
direction free
u may have forgotten
I take more time
that makes
the oceanic difference
I surf
to make my roses
blossom
at your doorsteps
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my introvert but learned professor at my univ with his cycle and lonely friend evoked a streams of colours that eventuated at my first sight of bicycles at my office
Now a huge palacious ultra modern empire of DRDO stands tall at that sight which puts its arms with oceanic warmth at my daily lunch
but your absence is filled by budding beauties waiting in Que like me
I miss a small shatoot tree which got evacuated from this place
I used to love my Navy Cut under this tree
my moments are as lonely till date but for your illusions surrounding my aura to fill a synthetic gap of the e-world where I have evolved to the tunes of times
my air conditioned room often reminds me the scorching heats at my farms where I shall face the happenings of the undefined moments
my hearts says
hell!! with you
you're damn solistic bastard with melancholia leaches big at your blood
I take the advice in good steads
I know
my preparedness quotient that I have learned from Armed Forces is a bliss in
harness
but why the hell!!
you're damn such boring stuff around
my hearts rebels like a child
I keep my cool
look towards the horizon
as if
they reside at my heart
like the big nostalgic nerves
I learned at my univ
beyond the perceptions
still too worldly
but exotic
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the plateau of wishes hidden hard
throbbing every another breath
the silent volcano
magnetic mammoth black hole
and the weakest forces of existence
I find the contradictory combine
survive with vengeance
the natural query remains
how far
if at all its the right choice
I see my mirror image
No reply comes at all
I know it has happened
the savoury hearts do eclipse
the shadows of realities
lit large
with sand of dunes
if the the will of the mighty
so strong
yes its like that
too hard to believe
the un-winky will
it strives again
till it breathe
the other moment
I see the shadowy stars
at the horizon
where you happen to hallucinate
my wobble hard heart
and me the docile
fight every moments
ends become the means
sanity looses its impact
I thrive in illusion
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The beating moments tell
the waves of truth
I belie every another second
It says and speaks
what I believe hard
truth takes another forms
I struggle to find
staggering feet
unsavoury heart
I shadow my own path
live otherwise
want to smile
keep the constant of you
I know the combine
too hostile
to the tunes
of the moments
my sticky heart
and me
never see
eye to eye
where are your eyes
it asks often
I remain
in a search
least defined to me
to find alibi in you
you're breaking your head on stones
I do wonder
whether
if stones have heart
may be
but not for me
I live in paradoxes
some spelt
another too existential
but all tuned
to the wavelengths
emanating from your aura
I do whisper
what's the hell about
but I do remain
in the same hell
time comes
I call it seconds
of my life
you feel
the flowers are for the diminishing fews
I wonder
to find me
in that diminishing fews
with a heart
full of wishes
making roses
on the concretes of slippery heart
hoping to win hearts
with a heart
not of mine
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I don't want to write : what you're doing at this moment: Its already Monday early morning and the blue colour of only relevance of mine has started pouring at my inner half
