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me and my heart
twin sides of an airplane
none can survive single
but why we have separate energy sources
I walk with my steps
smiles on my lips
but too silent
like my twin sources
who drives me
and why
why I fly at all
and for which direction
I ask at my lonely moments
I dive with crazy twists
whilst I remain too calm
at the same time
what is this
with me
so hidden
till known
but why I fail to make sense out of
my flights
too accurate
to the finish
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but
what is my finish line
I ask too much of mine
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I wonder
who is more spoilt lot
me or my heart
when I want to sleep
my heart wakes up
ask me millionth questions
I have adopted too many techniques
offer hot chocolate fudge to my child heart
It relishes
but ask for more
when I fetch cookies
it says
damn it
who has asked you for that
I really get aghast
what it wants
it says too much
I speak too little
I am fed up with its nonsense around
I run my speed pedals
to give it a euphoric feels
it suddenly puts the breaks
all around
I stand staring at myself
what stuff I have with me
whom it really wants
it hardly tells its choice
but makes me feel
restless all the way
I visualise
its something else
but what it is that
it says
you fool
you can't get an edge of my ways
I put my hands
feel if
whether something exists at all
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me and my steps
talk and walk together
but in crossing directions
leaving me to defend my self
as the heats of fights crush me
over and over again
neither I budge
nor their fights end
every morning and eves too
the struggle remains intact
shapes takes twisty twirly
I have made sand dunes to make me fit to the environs
around and inside me
moments come and crush me mercilessly
I wake up like a ghost
out of the blue
wonder
why and for what I am fighting
why I can't leave my steps
and myself too
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when the northern hemisphere is shivering under the storms of cold
my heart is sizzling hot
it asks me
why we love at all
why we seek warmth of love
why we can not achieve the ultimate relevance, happenings and happiness
without the love being within and around
why we don't feel satiated with accomplishment without love
I replied
yes love is not essential
It fires back
damn fool you are big lier
I do get annoyed at its unsavory words
it asks
damn it
tell me the ultimate science of love
I explain as follows
love is the net outcome of the physiological genomic environment threshold working with the basic principles of psychological aspects of perception, realisation , internalisation and actualisation.
It laughs endlessly
at the fag end of its laughter
it says
you are bullshit spoilt genius
I see the blues
I do wonder
but why I love my love
when I know so so much
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by the time you went to sleep
I was confronting the waives
some mine
the others simply come crashing
I see the smiling hearts
get the resonating aura
to enthuse your love
but I have still to know
what this love stands for
I have fought and fought til date
the end less fighting frontier
my heart has lost contact with me
my nerves stands like a great strength with me
I laugh at both
the heart is meant for tender
so it left me too often
I know it shall come back
as it realises
my warmth
which it fails to find
wherever it happens to be
but til date
I am wanderer lost
in the quest to know
and fight
but hardly aware of
for what
this fighting is going on
with no ammunitions visible
may be
my war frontiers
it have evolved to space age
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the moments of unknown thresholds
as the clocks tick its fast tone
I steer clear of
what has already got through
may be
my evolutionary nerves
they have realised my soul
references of the gone by
with the inbuilt genii quotient
may shall prove come forth
at the slightest glimpse of
new challenges
but I shall define the time
I am promising to fight
a new battle front
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I am afraid of love
"mughei pyar sei dar lagta he"
I was negotiating the hectic traffic on Vijaychowk
Army buses waited the people in dress to come and push off fast as the VIP movement suddenly came crashing on the surrounding
I took fast steps to avoid embarrassment to the security people
but suddenly stoped afterwords
I was not at all interested who is that VIP that happened to throng here at this hr of rush and fast catche' of the evening close up
I am afraid of love
my heart was repeatedly pulling me up
I didn't bother to reply
now my steps stopped on expanse of lawns beautifully maintained to put extra glamour to the happening site for millions
the reverberated sound of my heart resonated in the stratosphere
"I am afraid of love"
I kept silent
are you fool enough: you are not listening to me : my heart pulled me up
suddenly I found the whole passage was diverted owing to Republic day ceremony preparations
I have managed this expanse too many time whilst on security duty
my heart again pulled me up: are you bullshit damn deaf and dummy around
I was instead lost in the fragrance of the environs
my focused eyes on India Gate
It appeared like a profusely dressed up bride
I pondered how many brides have lost their love to fetch this happening day to me
my heart was asking his stupid questions too intermittently
suddenly I got annoyed
I retorted back
can't you see
every body was afraid of love
whilst they scarified all
damn it : don't teach me the history of nationalities
Now I listened to my heart
but by this time
it got evolved to that extent
yes love
I appreciate
Love is only meant for loosing
and love lives in ghost entities
probably that is the right place of its existence
my heart was self satiated
but now I was looking the blues
why I am afraid of love
I asked me instead
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me and my heart
