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the title is about a medicin and shadow tree of India called Neem tree - it brings its fruits in bunches too many to play and enjoy in a rustic environs
you and me
do you remember you tried your best to cheat me
but I do know
you win by your wits
I love your winning instincts
the downpour
it made us to run
but again
we played too instinctively
til day
I find my meanings
at your plays
my moments with you
it gives an anchor
to come off
at the place I remain intact
bereft of meaning
clouds come today too
but it only fetch
what you have left at my soul
people say
if you love
it changes all sudden
but my moments
it remain tuned to
the laughing eyes
making me run too fast
to catch your shadows
why your shadows
they still that alive
I run again and again
to catch wholesome
at my lunch hr
I come out of my cosy room
to another reality
walking past the security ring
day before yesterday
I stumbled upon broken whisky glasses
too sharp to bring me out of lost thoughts
I ignored and went straight to DRDO lunch canteen
back steps I put some twigs around the broken sharp lets
lest someone like me lost in allusions of self
get come out
with less broken thoughts
I encounter every moment of mine
the pieces of your wishes
my heart now says
how the hell !!
you will put the twigs around your broken sharp lets
I do not see my mirror
as it reminds of you too intense
and these sharp lets
they become spread all around
where ever I try to apply my nerves
I do wonder
is that
my nerves are that magnetic to
or the sharp lets are spread all around
the session of storms of voids
it shall have its interval this late evening
tomorrow
my day of relevance
when I work
My heart wonders at my prowess and flip flops
its not that happiness makes its onset
I make the moments happy looking
with the running of pencil
on my draft paper sheet
one day
this very office
with polite gestures at his face
shall say good bye
is that I am too scared of that day
may be true
but the manufactured relevance
under the heavy canopy tree of your love
its always with me
the twin banks of throbbing heart's river
water of mundane crunch making them apart
for the time to come
still too united
til the end strike its notes
with vengeance of rebellions
of the system
where we strive
days and nights
together
finding meanings
out of the blue
this snap was sent by my one of the sweetest and vibrant heart
probably she would have thought
I write and feel obsessed by too less worthy pictures,
living live or the face sake
may be
she has visualised in much greater depths
But
I struggle my moments
between profuse relevance and the biggest ever voids, live and otherwise
this beauty is one of the officials of Infosys
I have never known
but still too close to my heart
may be
she has come calling through one of the Angels
Nature could afford
I was searching the genesis of relevance and voids
the reasons being too well known
but our manoeuvre ability quotient is too subjective to the tunes of time and space
the resultant forces
it makes nothing of us
but a stupid lonely heart around
with too much of works and vacuums to sort out
ending in doing nothin
the search of elusive elixir
day and nights full of storms
nightmarish thoughts running the roost
I do ponder
is it that the faux pass
of the Nature
or else
we have a lot to learn more
one day
when I was obsessed and too pensive
god came to me
in a cosmic attire
why the hell!!
you're that sad
I looked into his eyes
it were wet
I asked instead
why your eyes can afford
such an empathy
and too devoid of any meaning
least relevant to me
he felt his constraints
Let's forget
what has happened
I rather pacified the god
Now
his eyes were still wet
but it evoked
not tears
but neuro hormones
that got transfered to my system
I could realise
he succeeded in giving me
a power to fight back
with vengeance
til date
I negotiate
how to use prowess
as its powers
make me emotion free
I do wonder
if at all
it has been useful
to meet His holiness
when whole of the creation of the mighty
sleep at the dreams running their own way
I am still awake to realise you
its not that I hardly know you
I have yet to know
the meanings of my being around
that you brought
whilst at my heart
I soothe my psyche
as if
its a new start
at this silent moments of the environs
there are millions who sing their songs
to realise their love
they shall sleep
as the sun come smiling
with a new fresh waives
but I remain awake
your moments at my heart
speak
thro' my times
I have wandered
crazy and direction free
may be
you have ignited
the fresh fragrance
I speak of Magnolias
as if they have your heart
Now
when I walk past
all beauty of the Nature
has evolved to Magnolias
I do wonder
if its
all have gone crazy
or a new sense
prevailed
too late
I was at fag end of seclusion
a shower of love
emanating form your wet hair
made me feel
its there where elixir reside
me a metamorphic heart
with die hard spirits
it took shades under your cosy arms
forgot for a while
scorching sun do exists
till time comes
right at epicentre
of my doing and undoing
I still forgot
all the reality crunch
got lost in your heart's magnetic ways
suddenly sun came
this time too early morning hr
I sleep my leg towards East
It asked me
don't you forget
I'm still powerful
can scorch your dreams
but still I sleep legs towards East
my heart do ask me
is it your habit
or you want to engage the might
I didn't reply
One day
I slept away from east or west
the reality crunch remained the same
my heart again asked
are you researching your fait
I laugh at my fait
when did I saw it
the title is about a medicin and shadow tree of India called Neem tree - it brings its fruits in bunches too many to play and enjoy in a rustic environs
