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the hot scenario around the world cauldron generally has no impact on me and my office hierarchy
reason is simple: army brass doesn't bother about the tomorrow
but why I feel trapped in that scenario
may be I am too vacuous at my heart
my boss asked if you will be in office as he wants to go on leave: I replied I have no where to go for that long days
he smiled with grateful eyes
both of us do understand the meaning behind the reciprocal smiles
whilst sitting on a volcano of things around
I feel impulsive to recall my sweet hearts
so is the nerves with me: too keen to pen down
but who is my sweet heart
probably its too whimsical and airy
I make sand dunes
may be momentarily to extent beyond apprehension
but I do miss a lot
every day every time
when I steal my moments
source: Dr. Dimple.b
the stretched out wild scape is probably beautiful more to the eyes that encountered the vacuity of the inhibited ones.
the title plant is hardy tree of medium height spread over semi arid zones where I happened to ooze out of my bio limited entity to the wast oceanic reality of Nature.
the first glimpse of barren experiences suddenly changes to the realistic world of existential largely spread over the expanse of our heart where it happen to be by a de facto reality
probably we play too soft and mirage of evading reality quotient never dries up
why don't we accept
the inner sane conscience do ask too much of such
probably the effervescence of evolving nerves find and synthesize the concept of romance
but why we fail to see the romance in barren or wild environs
what is stopping us to believe
and why we make a reality too hard achieved faculty at our interiority
I have searched too much of mine til date
probably somewhere our evolutionary psychology takes a twisty twirly
and we fall victim to the deformed image of reality and romance
but whether we do get transformed to a time driven cardinal
making us understand what we really missed out
probably not
so we remain less of the bliss of romance
and remain searching where infact it may not be necessarily meant for you
but why we fail to make our own niche
probably the airy nerves never think sane
source: Dr. Dimple.b
some of our steps gone by
it brings a shower of tears
some full of happiness
other too uncomfortable
memories are too stirring to the extent , beyond the capacity of words to express the accompanying volcano and tides of lost feelings which were once cherished through the happenings of our lives so assiduously striven and woven over infinite but programmed on nanoseconds of our labyrinth and if you love and equate with your being around
; you simply keep your tears reverse directed right at your core of your heart unheard, unexpressed over the infinite some resonance of the basics of existence itself
I was surfing some of the pages connected to bbps harsh vihar delhi
I could not stop my stormy nerves to decipher what went at Nanon's speed to make and reshape my present
my heart simply whispered
please don't express further
I can not bear my ownself
source: vashali.n
its a jellyfish which stings in stealthily way and victim dies out of collapse of the blood circulatory system with couple of minutes.
its also known as Portuguese warrior of war, obviously used by the their army as lethal defence system.
the remedy is if you can apply vinegar over the stung areas within minutes.
I took my moments with me as usual
my days and nights are synthetic to the extreme
so is the relevance and things around
It hardly matters who is researching upon me
I write to make me worthy of the time with me
so is my love to the pulsating hearts around me
but I love too much without a factor of with or without
sometimes a few moments of shadow of elixir of smile
it becomes my anchor
and I live with it probably for the time to come
source: Dr. Dimple.B( the first half showing negative feelings is something pertaining to people who simply want to kill my son in either way. the later half is of my happy moments because of my inspiration source.)
I hardly write at this hr due to obvious preoccupations with job
but this picture evoked a special fragrant exuberance
sometimes you conclude that you're surrounded by such horrible evils that its simply not possible to come off their tentacles
reason is simple
its not your own weakness
but someone dear to you is shadowed by their sweet poisons
then you need a infinite length of a spacial rod to move the earth in a nanosecond as postulated by Archimedes
and ironically its true in all respects of higher sciences
but things on ground
its so sweet but not in your reach
just like this picture
I was surfing thro' the pages of my relevance
suddenly my face book flashed one of the hearts of bbps rohini delhi whom my heart has shadowed as backdrop of crunching reality and avenues slipping out of your hand like a fast and tricky snake
my another half visualised my new acquaintance and the heart of new found reality and relevance, a psychiatrist by profession. Her face simply flashed millionth at my cerebrum. I did wonder at my life taking shapes like a rainbow on the end of horizon
my friend and close to my heart who solaced a lot at my happenings with warmth and grateful moments explained the vacuity of our being and \ how to fill the possible elixir in the vacuum at our hearts, like I go to my office and take metro every day.
my heart was too scared at the impending realities at hand
my taxing responsibility of job and sudden crashing work at hand within a few days
I just look at the calender hanging at my room wall and faces me like a devil to unfold its tentacles
how recall too many hearts
as if they shall shadow my uncertain moments
but my heart asks
is that I am made for such stupid thins
all the time to come
or else
shall I have a moment of my own
I recall too many faces
probably I have no reply
source: Dr. Dimple.B
A few days back I was standing at the sacred location of Punjabi people called Baba Farid at Faridkot Punjab India., accompanied by my niece who has been with me at the toughest moments encountered by me.
She was busy at praying and touching the sacred tree where Farid put his hand whilst carrying his sand filled vessel over head and the vessel flowed in air owing to the ecclesiastical powers which Farid achieved with his devotion to the Lord.
One day I heard another saint " don't beg at His place., if at all you can't forget your begging habit whilst at His place- then ask for Himself, it will alleviate your sufferings."\\
I wondered for what I was staying there
my brain and heart both were empty of emotions
but I really don't know if I begged Him or not
I have taken this picture of one of my great source of inspirations
At this hr. She is probably dinning with her hubby
And I am busy at equating her to the almighty
may be in a quest to realise what escapes me all the time I pulsate hard around the reality
but why some hearts are so fragrant
may be
I shall be in a position to ask her
If a chance comes at all
source: Dr.Dimple.B
the hot scenario around the world cauldron generally has no impact on me and my office hierarchy
