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the recent dragnet at Krishan Nagar Delhi
the love quotient in the title picture
to exploit what is available
its another way of realsing love and self
law is a windstorm
leveling to the ground
making another growth
grasses has instinctive offshoots
to fill the bizarre grounds
ethics has the elnino factor
to keep the ocean warm
have a riding over snowy wizards
but where is sunshine
probably at a heart
in the end less Waite of love
but to the earthly eyes
its to unromantic
time wise its ephemeral
as the adversery forces get too strong
love stands to live
nonetheless
bubbly it may be
that's the ultimate whip
of the ULTIMATE
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today in my closet room
my witty and naughty acquaintances were hell bound
to my heart
why the hell you remain single
my smiles ultimate to the shallow
my penultimate replies
You see good hearts are not blessed with good companions
but companion is good in all steads
they smiled back
practically modern psychiatric advances have gone to the extremes
One hardly need a companion
if its not available
in either way
but I did miss you
I know
you are poor at your choice
in putting me in a dustbin
but the things were not that short
thus went the evening
now I am hooked to some old melodies
a rare habit with nonetheless
but I do know
companions are not made earth
reason is simple
its too dusty
and good hearts
they simply lack in dusts of
camouflage
hypnosis of exteriors
existentials too
but love is great
in vacuum
or otherwise
but this love is definitely painful
rather serves negative impact
but soul intervenes
hell with you
where isn't the vacuum
I ponder
at the wisdom
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u gave a kit of life
hidden hard at your heart
still to know
what's the ideal way of live world around
some time
I see these wild souls
a better lot to us
no one to entice
love inbuilt phenomenon
plants do the same
I do ponder
whether if at all
humans are evolved at all
as generally made us to believe
may be the security factor
or something yet to know
but
blue horizons
vast areas
u alone
what a combination
in comparison
the ever changing
least affiliated stuff around
but
who is at your heart
ask my little pulsating soul
I instead
look as if at all
my soul is pulsating at all
or its me
the reverberating coefficient of life
I ask too much
is that mundanes
the ultimate relevance
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every day I criss cross the soil of happenings
meaning drive fast the time
I do equate some special moments
to that of mine
I know its karambhumi of the seconds
Switzerland for too many
I search these equations
too often
with the grass yet to get dry
I shall encounter
with another happening
invented thoughts
converted ifs and buts
why some places take that much insight
struck to the DNA
so is this beauty
effervescent nerves
with the eyes of Sun
why the heart is made so special
full with interiors of waves
I search Rajpath
with the eves
may be it envies my love to its vibrant hearts
but I find
undefined
infinite
the life of
what the millions yawn
the special hearts
its already morning hrs
I am not inclined to sleep
its not that this day is work free
I often get trapped by this instinct
outside its a dry windy storms with dust spells
I am supposed to wait for my cousin
coming on Punjab Mail
by 420hrs he should be here
these are some of the occupations at hand
but my heart is hooked somewhere
its almost finished with your hopes
like a jealous saint who has realised the shallowness of godliness
but a shadow heart with me
like a ghost
it exists somewhere
in plasmatic entity
it creates and destroys
the meanings of my being around
I by default rely upon its wisdom
it has many romantic and hidden peripherals
whenever I am alone
it brings you closer to me
irrespective of reality
says
look!!
there is nothing like reality and non-reality
I do wonder at its wisdom
it doesn't stop too short
and add
physical proximity and hallucinated possessions are only a gradient of the wholesome reality
just like the concept of God
I pause for a moment
whether the equation fits every where
I search my soul
it says yes
but I have lot un - answered queries
my soul intervenes
better not ask any more
I stop short
and ask myself
who u and me are
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I tried to pen down this picture many times
but deleted
probably my thoughts never visualized you
therefore it remained shallow
I do get advice to realise the god
I search hard whom it refers to
one day a saint said 'DON'T ASK FOR ANYTHING IN GODS PLACE'
I did realise the depth
but find hard to surf
why I shall remain in search of
I hardly love god
is it I love You too in the same vain
probably you should see the picture
over and over again
I feel these are better lover to all the hell around
that may be one reason
I remain obsessed
to find a meaning
I often expressed
the manufactured relevance
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Few hrs of real life crunch and the hostile world around
I was busy negotiating my way of taking the thins in real shapes
the title picture is what I exactly realised at my heart
that's way I am a bit uncomfortable in AC environment
this is a offshoot of such people psyche
who have no love life at the sides
the mirage of love life haunts the way
waves of fits of normalcy studded with up and down streams
probably the reality is too harsh
for a naive heart to make a sense out of the bullshit philosophy of real world
but it has a silver lining too
no one to bother about
while at roadside
you feel a home lit large every every where
I was standing at a desolate evening time Railway terminal of Sirsa
this town has disturbing equations
I hardly recognise to my heart
a pair of sadhus preparing for their night pavement dwelling
I always feel the pinch
irrespective of my material equations
probably the reasons
are:
you deleted one scrap
then waited for
deleted another one
I know your brain
but my love
you shall take another birth
to know the one
that I happen to possess
that's why you're special
that catches my nerves
running on this e-pad
painting the life
in colours
some call it love story
others
"its too eccentric"
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the recent dragnet at Krishan Nagar Delhi
