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my fights with vaccum and irrelevant moments remains intact as time clicks its own versions
proxy love and hatred is often puts its own onslaught too
I ignore what comes to my soul
being still at logger heads
lost and found is becoming like
another monotony over the usual crunch with me
I do not take leave as office being the plausible relevance with me makes me stir my own nerves
it serves the ibid scenarios
as I often wonder
what is after this irrelevant de facto becomes obsolete one day
it has occured with every body around
but probably my fighting spirit shall last with the evolving nerves
if you shall live with me to that extent
I may be too insecure to forcast
I know borrowed affiliations
its only the time pass factor around
is it
you have thrown the time pass factor
at my unsavoury nerves
can't say exactly
have a nice bite at cake of today
I hope you chose my choice
my sis son ( I have avoided saying nephew as it lakes the depth)
he just boarded metro for his first day at his job at gurgaon
I have experienced the happy moments
after a couple of yrs together
I visualised this happiness
may be over the life
probably I have evolved
feel happiness
but here gene language plays its definitive part
job is such a thin
I never realised
I go to my own office
but never felt its infinite equations
what might be around
I know the ephemeral quotient
but denial is not the point
probably
its the way to live life
a fresh
my this land of verbatim of thunders of intellect
probably the incestant rains have a lot to say
what goes to the making and unmaking of us
Whilst I search hard
to see a mirror
whom I can relate to
the mirrors I chose
over the times
it proved too opaque
to withstand the test of time
fault finding
its not the nerve of souls
with the fight to the finish
at the core
I still strive my toddling steps at Vijay Chowk
eves takes their own time to come
I have probably resiled back
with the waives
why a heart looks for effervescence at their own making and unmaking
I do search day and night
when the world is deliberating on faith, peace and war, love vs hatred
I am busy at finding moments to feel relevant at heart and nerves together
is it with every one around
probably yes
the equations may be different
but scenario remains
more or less the same
loosing faith in development
it serves the negative purpose
but what is the development
may be anything that is of worth
I see the tulips
and can feel the rosy environs around
is it
that I have bypassed it
by a de facto cardinal
may be true
well!! making tulips at heart of hearts
its too tough equation
to arrive at
as the whole hell changes
the thunderous floods of time
it simply makes the dunes of wishes vanish
as if nothing stood anywhere around
so I find
as the morning and nights
play a truant game with each other
but who is responsible for the twisty twirly of the fait accomplish
probably my own decisions
the environs u adore
I stood silent
the fragrance of your aura lit large
throbbing my heart
to know
where I lost
the gems of my wishes
I put stay
while the shades of your warmth
flowed over the waves
to touch me
to bring out of the reality crunch
but I did wonder
this moment
it has whirlpools
waiting for my innocent heart
the time shall bring the the thorny ways
ahead
but I was silent
either way
eating my roasted cornflakes
whilst my friend kept on explaining
the nice technology of this place
and the feasibility of the future
I was silent
as if
future has lost meaning to me
it occurs over the board
with the pulsating heart
my dummy brain took me to task
but my stoic silence
it spoke of
the millionth shadows
you have left at my heart
to negotiate
the live moments with me
Its one of rare moment with me
when I am awake at morning hrs
with full senses
generally your love makes you that
but who is my love
I search the horizon
the mundane too
Love searches me
and me too
but both of us
it simply escapes catching each other
in the dark of life
I was often reminded
the Love is simply illusion
its you who love
otherwise its a one way traffic only
but it does give you a meaning
to live the crunch with glamour
studded to the bubbles of your heart
probably my love is like that only
its airy, whimsical, theatrical, only at poetry etc
is that there is no beauty
that can epitomise my love
probably yes
does it mean beauty is bereft of brain
or
too constrained to the reality around
I shall ask myself
and the LOVE
what exactly is that
my fights with vaccum and irrelevant moments remains intact as time clicks its own versions
