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the title picture is somewhat too exotic
never realised over the time and space
lost may be the moments nonetheless
some moments in my live world
I was stepping over a shade of scintillating plants
crushed by the rubble left by the casual workers
how insane the usual acts may be
plants seems to whisper
the pains could make my nerve flutter
I stepped with the seconds running with night shades getting thick
some the droplets
of the early fall
it could wet my skin
every reality takes its own toll
realised it may be too mechanical
my soul seems to whisper
as if
whole world is too different
as I visualise at other moment
the difference makes another monotony
as if nothing is in hands
I obsessed with reality
could hardly stop
to another surroundings
me and my pc
how the things make and remake
bereft of
what we aspire and wish for
my restless brain
heart with an array of questionnaire
it remains
a dog fight of airplanes
and me the docile
wakes
but only
one reality takes into another
source: Dr.Dimple.b
often usual ways stir me like a hot frothy cauldron
I search the blue
as if clouds of replies are meant for me
too child's heart
It struggles to trap me at every second
where I happen to be
I shall take infinite time to let my heart evolve to reality
probably child heart is a de novo trap infinitesome
may be its a source of fighting the ways
the source and track of evolution
I search and research the genesis
find too much of the thesis
but none suffices to fit into the reality crunch
I know the remedies
but wonders
if at all
it serves the purpose
but what is my purpose
I again fall to another trap
some of mine
others too intrinsic bereft of definitions
probably its the way
I am attuned to roses
whilst lilies come my way
I fail to decipher the difference
all together
my search never ends
source: Dr. Dimple.b
As the day clicked at 17.30hrs, my army people reminded me to wind up for the day
Probably it was a week end day for everyone around
A wave of alighted feels spread over the faces
I stared around
as if some relevance to week end feel may dawn at my own cerebrum
but probably I had have already tuned up to the monotony lit large
I was too slow around vijay chowk- the sand of my making and unmaking
The crowds did remind me of euphoria in the air emanating from trade fair being organised at Pragati Maidan
still searching for an elusive face of mine in the crowds
whilst I know at my zillionth ends , it is No where around
why I search the thin air
whom I guess to be that fragrant
for whom my heart vibrates infinitesome
I search and relocate the live faces around
make my own niche
til I realise again
its the day end
lets for the healthy heart
forget the mirage of emotions
my steps didn't mind my multifarious persona
lit large to find one
who can come running
to embrace with exuberance of the cosmos
I do recall
one of the hearts
that shadowed the path I crunched around
source: Dr.Dimple.b
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.)
the title picture is somewhat too exotic
