INFLOURESCENCE..June.7.10..9.34.PM

I am having black tea
its good
today I got it from Naval Canteen

I picked a lot stuff
some were meant for you

I asked for a bag
but they said it has been stopped as of now

I dropped whole of the stuff
and handpicked only the tea

I was not bothered
I knew I can't give that stuff to you

I was strolling my way on Vijay Chowk
drizzling made people run
but I was enjoying like a romantic movie

all around hilly odour reminded me a lot

I enjoy this as it gives me a feel closer to you

this moment
its a better lot

I was just feeling not so good
so I thought
let's talk to you

sometimes it feels like so good
but I don't know why its so momentarily

today I was lazy at work
probably I will get momentum tomorrow

I generally keep the pending work load
just in front of me
as if some waive length comes
that makes me understand the issue at stake
and ways and means to draft the reply

whilst at CAO office
I was working in a different capacity
its a heavy duty work over there too
but at present my work is a lot lot more taxing

sometimes its so taxing
I fail to get any idea
how to start drafting reply

but I am a real hard worker
when I start
I run my pencil so fast that my seniors simply don't believe the speed
but they do express their delighted mood at my expertise

one day I was detailed to a global meet on 4th generation of warfare

I asked my boss if he wants a short analysis of what was focused in the symposium
he replied yes ofcourse;

my short and lucid way of writing evoked his wonderful ways of expressions

do you know what he said
" Sir Ahuja- you're a genius par excellence"

I smiled
and saw your face
well printed on my cerebellum

source:::::::::::shipra.v::::::::::::::

INFLOURESCENCE..June.6.10..11.38.PM

another passe of struggles
as superimposed

wishes thronged to the other end of efforts

You see my love!!

tomorrow morning
it'll be day relevance
not liked but the most adequate

you shall be confronting another eve of pc surfing
me running my pencil run fast to draft the letters/notings

have you ever wondered
your pc and my pencil
they do ask each other
thro' the system of nanons

look how stupid these hearts are
have the best
but remain as apart as celestial entities

I am a fast worker
but takes a lot to put my thoughts together
my boss assumes as if I am slow at decision making

I never challenge his mind
but I know
slow decision is a strategy privy to the selected few

but your slow decision
it has brought havoc
I'll be negotiating
till I breathe last

every moment
I change my colours
and paint the nerves
to remain happy and relevant

DRDO canteen lunch time is probably where I try to glance all the faces in one go
you may happen to like their stuff

its not that I have landed from Mars
but I do remain in air
to realise your love

so I make the crunch look romantic
every available time
I do see through my window

you may stumble out
in my visible range

some times
I find hard
at different faces around

probably my crunch
makes my nerves retire
with reclusion

But I only think about you
at every sharpening of my pencil

that I do so often

its makes my notes more illegible
and brings you more closer
as the seconds run over each other

but I'll tell you later
why I use only lead pencil
whilst writing my notes

source:::::::::::::shipps::::::::::::::::::::::::::

NAKED SOUL..June.6.10.10.50.AM

my scintillating emotion engaging you in real world
fetches two things
on calculable scale

your ghost makes my time negotiable, relevant, pulsating and worth living
particularly on sats , sundays and every evening hrs

it also brings the magnetic storms of stuff who feel male and female relations are primarily driven by sex instincts

I have clearly wrote so many times that its a hard fact love and sex has no relationship at all

probably its Greek to all except the blessed souls around

love makes you see live the bliss of Nature lit large
you're comfortable even at 50+ C and 20 - C
most barren and desolate places look wonderful and relevant
making the life your own moments

this is not at all present at the other factor

love is omniscient, omnipresent, ever lasting beyond the scale of time and space

well!!
love is most of the time one way traffic only

you'll wonder
what is this nonsense: you want to tell me

probably you need extra effort to understand this

our existential world/including the cosmic spiritualistic world is run by two basic forces :

momentum and system : this is relevant in all faculties and fields of knowledge and tech

its dynamic equilibrium makes the real life; generally visible to us

in case of love

this equilibrium is too hostile and volatile

so the blessed souls can sustain such a rough and high sea

source:::shipps:::::::::

DUST STORMS..June.5.10..6.33..PM

ill equipped heart
trapped in reality crunch

finding its ways
keeping intact
what is not at his hand

step by step
every day
counting mechanical ways

how much time may ask

where I can find you

whilst it knows
where you can be

its own constraints
making a cobweb
of its own web

asking itself
where my love has lost

realising its inside it
but have no communication links
with its interiors

the oblivions of your find
making it run all from

what is mine
and
the niche of its own

searching deep in the Blue
as if
you are descending from
step by step

closer every moment

spell of dust
showers like Magnolian petals
lit large in the wild

it making its own wilds
asking
every moment
your are just at arm's length

another spell comes
it closes its eyes

as if
it intends to give
surprise of your find

opens its finds
see every dust particle
and a name on it

resembling your one

asking to itself
who might have
this miracle of unseen

that remains to be seen

dust retires
on its on

buts it still waits
for its dust storms

that brought your name
closer and closer to heartsource:::::::::shipra.v:::::::::::::::

SWIMMING SOUL..June.5.10.12.59.PM

hours of today
a different stuff with me
I am not that mystic

went down a few steps
I hardly do marketing
Defence Canteen suffices my purpose
but that too I visit too rare
people on the other side of counter
they know me by my official status
every other week I am detailed for inspection
whilst inspecting the stock
I hardly forget you

you'll wonder
what for

I look at the cosmetics
and curse the Almighty
why you're not with me
there is hell of stuff meant for you
at least I shall have my own moments
having some of the exotics

you remember
one day
whilst you were running your fingers to locate your official data

I was standing confronting you
looking and searching in your eyes
what's there that magnetises me

you chose only to observe me
like me
I am too introvert
but you should have provoked me to come out of this habit

I am capable of sophisticated converse
this time my boss gave me 10 out 10 for capability to communicate in My ACR for period ending March 2009.
I just stopped asking my Military boss
probably you should have written my ACR

he often stops short asking who is that heart
for whom I remain lost all the time with me

One day he did get the nerves and asked
what you like to do at such sort of life style

I said you just look at my website : you'll will know my world of wonders

sometimes he gives me oblique reference of yours
why don't you go and see her

I remain reply less

he whispers: shall I call her : give me her number
if you don't have one : I can arrange from my Army hierarchy

I just smile
he knows the depth
so he feels constrained to ask further

but he did say yesterday before proceeding on one month leave

AHUJA Sir: I want to help you sincerely

I again smiled
instead asked
Sir, give me some tips which you want should be my focus point for works in your absence

he looked straight into my eyes
became serious : I am a person in dress but don't you forget I know the pains of your heart

I again smiled
he shook hands and said: OK !! we'll meet after a few days

source:shipra.v

DROPPING EYES..June.05.10.12.46AM

I have chosen a moment
my eyes are in fact bio-driven fainting
reasons are
my psychiatric medicine has got on full stream by this time
your vacuum at my heart
your poor choice in rejecting me
bad nerves at your whelms in deciphering the good heart
going for system driven psychological constrained decision

but the biggest suspense is
whether one day
your decision shall change the tides and sides together

fathomless part is
whether I write to entice you
in a psychological magnetic syndrome to shift the sides

well!!
one day you shall be in my world of happenings

my dropping eyes seem to say like that only
my FM is airing such songs only

truth, reality and future may be hidden on the other part of horizon
my heart is struck to you
it's sad at your decision
making my eyes more dropping
and me finding hard to write my thoughts

but what shall happen
If my longing for your love is high jacked by constraints of reality

my brain says
hell!! with your bullshit philosophy
please let me sleep
It's difficult to sing a song for ever

and me the die hard
still struggle to keep awake
with little of eyes opened
running my pad to paint your world
as of mine

source: :::ships::::::::::::::

SHADOW OF REALITY..June.5.10.10.14.PM

a few seconds earlier
I was talking to my niece hooked to her cell at Bombay
Ironically she only, took the initiative to ring me up

I am very slow whilst talking thro' my heart
sometimes its that slow like, as if I'm too deep at soul

I was searching your profile pictures simultaneously
as the gaps of converse were too big seconds wise

but I do all the time yarn for your call

I tell you one thing
my voice at cell is extraordinary sweet and touching to the heart
if you find enough courage
talk to me
you will have one of greatest wonder of the world

but I will be too slow while talking

I have a question at my brain
what shall I talk to you

I write so much for you
Its more than that of a Doctorate degree at all the fields of know how put together

you must be aghast at your heart

who the hell this stuff happens to be around

but one day
it will be
more than Kalidas "Abhigyanshakuntalum" and Tagore's "Gitanjali"

but that day is too mystic to myself

time may retire
but
I shall keep my pen/pad running
in finding
Daffodils
from thy love

source:::::::ships:::::::::::::