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Brain wash is commonly used and understood over the populace
technique may be of different sorts
the bio-energetic parametric understanding is more complex
the brain activity has holistic approach towards the factor which has manipulations in whole array of psychological and psychiatric paradigms
the short and long memory often translates into complex proteins of the brain nervous system
the gene language written in this fashion proves the cardinal
whether its manoeuvrable to the extremes
the answer is big yes
this very technique is being used over the ages to manipulate the things on inter-personal levels
the results are horrific and extremely realistic
well tested over the generations
but present day science has much more to say
the pros and cons of advanced psychological and psychiatric aspects are twin blade sword
then the frontiers are endless
but the cost of this warfare in plethora of aspects is simply mind stirring
you can make and remake the whole world around
the genesis itself can be manipulated
well who are winners and loosers
depends
on its applicability and approach
me and my controversial half
it struggles day and night round
with a meaningless struggles at hand
I remain aghast
why the stuff is so hot
what is the topic at large
moments come suddenly crashing on me
sending tormentors nerves on full stream
I perform to out stand my reality
as it thrashes me at the face
with an intense and momentous sharp
what is fuss all about
I too largely encompassing at thoughts
far less accustomed to ground realities
remember my hearts
that may give me strength
for the immediate fight
whilst I know
its me only
the dark span around
struggles of interiors
it fetches me another front
too open with uncertain hostilities on the heights
I do wonder
is it so real
or the whims around
I loose the reality touch
just to find another one
one day my super specialist psychiatrist friend was in too philosophical mood to accept the truth which probably is too evasive to all intellectuals over the scale of time and space
I am doing his words into reality with a dusting job on this non working day
I have avoided writing holiday
the depth of thoughts is more than evident
and represents our inner intellectual psyche which wanders endless to realise the exotic love lit large around in thin airs
but why its so
is there no reply to the most intimate question of the heart around
probably its a harsh truth
we have to face
with or without
some reasons are too intrinsic and beyond our existential understanding
probably that's what I write
with meaningless equations to the hardy eventualities
but its painful
does it mean pain is a de facto reality
probably yes
that's a way to accept the truth
my friend intended to tell me
source: Dr.Dimple.b
one day I lost in my thoughts and illusions simply walked on the greens of Rajpath
I suddenly chose to sit in close proximity to a young lady with her beautiful baby
Only seconds could make me understand of stupid choice of sitting on the lawns
I hardly choose to sit on the spread space of lawns of Rajpath whilst I cross this every day countless on time scale.
I was suddenly got realised by my friend to live in present
but suddenly I found she too lives in past of happenings
our memories irrespective of its colours and content are zillionths of interplexed proteins on our hind end of the cerebrum
some research is on advanced stage of manipulating this part of brain bio-chemistry to help fight trauma whilst not touching the euphemistic part of the storage : but its too immensely difficult aspect: target/pseudo- target gene technology has the potential to work wonders
weather our love factor shall be in our hands
depends
source: Neha.c and Dr.Dimple.b
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
Brain wash is commonly used and understood over the populace
