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I was a lonely heart in near smashing crowds of Nehru Place this afternoon
my this visit was too mundane- to purchase a data traveller
but my heart always looks for alibi
as if God is simply free of its infinite work to please this pumping machine
time travels with unforeseen cardinals
but why we fall short of its goals
I have no reply at hand
as the equation and meaning of time is different with different scenarios
back home
I was surfing one of my sweet hearts snaps
why things are too close and infinitesimal at another quotient
my heart was poking me this time
some of my source of inspirations do come on line
but I do not converse at all
my questions remain to myself only
the vacuum gathers momentum
but I know there is hardly anything else
self centred existence is de fault causality
with which you have to negotiate
irrespective of your potentials
this is what time stands for
an elderly person told me one day
I still wonder
why we are so time circumscribed
is it we
or the existential factors put the final thumb
may be both
source:::::::::::::
meet with the mooring is probably what I make of sand dunes and my heart
happy moments self defined
its a different equation
whilst at FDK psychiatry ward I was exposed to plethora of happenings hitherto airy to my nerves
but how it shall take a reality quotient
I hardly know of it
I remain obsessed with work equations
probably that's what Nature has bestowed upon me
how a heart shall enthuse an array of exotic moments
my heart looks around round the clock
yes its true
I really don't know
is that less knowledge is a bliss
one can say that
but the reality crunch
it hardly leaves anyone unprepared
I feel the heat of June in this chilly weather
it occurs vice versa at June timings
I search my heart
find no reply at all
may be
I am that only
source : Dr.Dimple.b
Bank of Baroda Defence Colony New Delhi
the special home loan counter
I was calm posed to get my loan payment for tax purposes
it was a usual day except for the lady officer dealing my case
nothin special
but I make sand dunes with a beautiful pen paint of thoughts
to survive the monotony that hits me at every another second with me
I recall my previous writting , exuberant with euphoric moments with a hidden thread of sad tone
but I was happy for that moments at the euphoric experience
some hearts are fragrant
it leaves your aura with a sunami of freshness and relevance
I know the backwaters
they will go with all my worth
leaving me again in a ditch of vaccum lit large
but who cares
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
I was a lonely heart in near smashing crowds of Nehru Place this afternoon
