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I have tried to close up the panoramic view of U
why I remain obsessed in the stuff
reasons may belie my own interpretations
every day spells ladden with your aura
ask me
let's go
its better on the other end
I somehow put me in shape
get the will to stride my way
another spell comes
I loose the boost
so assiduously developed
with your tender thoughts
I again put some shape
and run the clock
evening brings another tough front
U have worked hard
every moment
to make me in shape
but me the twisted
look why don't U come across
your hearts whispers
I am not made for you
I wonder
how your heart analyses the things around
it again says
love me but love me not
I read it as if touch me and touch me not
my steps cross the chasm of reality and oblivion
find another storm
me in the eye of twists
look for
how far I shall relie
shouldn't I become a part of the storm
your heart again whispers
shall it be
to discern the ghost and real love
I ask
what makes the difference
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I was just standing at a pan shop near my this stupid pc
the man was preparing penetrating beautiful pan for chaps besides me
I added my request after a thought
after a stroll on the night turned highway
I did realise
pan could have fetched u near me
it's profusely wonderful in taste
and again
this bullshit pc
I take the things
as it comes to me
but my heart
its a royal child with me
days after nights
this heart has stopped waiting
at my work its a taxing nerves all around me
and my heart hardly stops short of asking lolly pops
I have told every body around
look for me in the adjoining corridor
I stand there with my cup of tea and lady love i.e Navy cut
I too remember Dr. Manmohan Singh Prime Minister of India
and his Einsteinium theories around us
I wonder whether he has opined it for my lady love
but I hardly talk to any one
lost in my own world
see through the horizon
suddenly the equation of work pulls me to my seat
my pencil runs like super sonic aircraft
my colleagues often wonder
and ask : corridor is good for you
it brings fast things out of you
I remain too calm
look at my pencil
as it needs too frequent sharpening
I wonder
when my heart shall get sharpened
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every one is busy
in the wait of clouds
I have a point in difference
respecting their "wait"
probably wait has got defeated at my heart's persistence
with an exotic feels
Kalidas did excel in pulling this trigger
in forms of clouds of ujjaini-which his fairy figure tried emboldening her love
but what is my love
is that I have dropped the wait for love
contrary to Kalidas great intentions
may be my heart have seen the shallow
is it
my love remained shallow
and wait became worthless
is it
I got materialised
why to wait for a mirage
is it
wait itself becomes the love beyond the incidence of cruelty of love
or
is it
my psychiatric know how has engraved a feel of worthiness bereft of love
I have too much of me
may be
like lichens
I have started absorbing the dew drops from air
the later is plausible
as the medicines have a span of activity
but psychological orientation triggers this span
right at your heart
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I was looking this picture for several minutes
may my thoughts get shape
either realise the beauty of Nature
or
else something too beyond self
"Negative ism"
it strikes every soul around
and probably the Almighty
it serves tough and hard to the clock
make a meaning
for its creatures
its extremely hot and dry around
I have often cursed this type of climate
whilst in my small days
hovering around trees
looking for parrots in the holes of the tree trunks
the "Ban" tree- a close relative of popular tree with roots running from twigs
it was our Bollywood heroine of the time
probably that's why we yarned for the clouds
But I never realised the monotony grow geometrically
In fact you see the tittle picture over and over again
it makes a point a bit simple
weather has its own aroma and romance
the heart rather needs a tuning at the inner most threads
but definitely
who is/will be blessed with this beauty
I don't think
he can realise
the beauty of "Ban" tree
and the pair of parrots in its stem's holes
is it
we're more lucky
in realising this beauty
whilst at a distance
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the title picture is what my heart looks like to me and to the Blue
but the twin of reality never see eye to eye
that's the ultimate
learned through the pages of what I happen to be
pen down syndrome
at my hearty heart
every eve
breathlessly
how come reality can take shapes
to tarmac
where I stride me, slow blown steps
with whims and desires
some coming from you
either is not relevant
I reside some where
too scary
to the exteriors
but and ifs
thoughts are better part
to live with
my heart isn't happy
but I do realise
its what
beyond the worthiness quotient
for self
and otherwise
the instincts
you see
it moves
far better than that of light
nonetheless
I remain too earthly
its better
fall from such heights
let it remain
with the haughty hearts
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every earth mover has a female heart supporting his interiors.
but there are hermaphrodites too
Nature has some hearts
complete in itself
just like
I often say
Love as such
is complete in itself
whether this equation
withers away with the crunch of realities
depends
how far you are close to the almighty
is it
almighty comes to you
through a female heart
probably true
it appears to be funny
but ensure it
sex as a concept has nothing to do with love
Love in actual terms is complete in itself
whether you happen to realise such an exotic love
probably answer is too tough
it takes millions of chances
to coincide
to find your love
Love is a bliss
but it lies on the other end of horizon
and these horizons
may be
it takes a lot and lot
to get it realised
is it love
remains in the airs
probably again
the Ultimate
it decides the outcome
of realisation,
actualisation too
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my taxing moments
it remind
your heavens
I see
from a distance
I am not accustomed
infringe
your privilege
moments of happenings
on the other end
of the horizon
I wait your coming
to my heart
with reclusion
with your shadows
around my eyes
air tells
better love me
I can send your
warmth
near your heart
beats after flips
I wait for Waite
see you smile
at the greens
I grow my
rose gardens
one day
You may come
I may not
look
wanting
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I have tried to close up the panoramic view of U
