FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..21.Jan.4.26AM

when you are fast asleep
I am awakened to the time
at my hand

its not that its a rare thing with me

none of us can escape
the happening coincidence may variate to the infinite

the landscape of my happenings
guarded to the teeth at this moments

I do know the terrorists have a cause

but life ways matters
kaleidoscope of our happenings

Armed forces have the most docile hearts
but the strength of their nerves is known to the privileged ones

I do ask myself
is it the fights of hearts
or the nerves

may be none

the conflicts emanate from the system
driven by such aspects
no body have actual control

I do ask at the same breathe
do my love has that constraint

the reply is absolute yes

but who is my love

probably god has yet to carve out its plans

I see the environs
feel the pulse
not only of the live world
but the sands too

as I know

I can make sand dunes of my love

only to be blown away

at the mercy of the winds

but who creates such winds

definitely not god

but my question remains unanswered

I know that

so is my love

source: Neha c.mehta, kiran and anu,Dr pankaj.b

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Jan20.11.5.31AM

this time the environs where I fight my moments
lit large with monotony & happening of the power equations
put together

this beauty queen reminds me

never get tired
fight the system
to the finish

particularly those
who have destroyed your heart

A soldier is meant to die unheard
least understood
the tethering pains he went through
at the last laugh of his conscientiousness

I do know
the vicious circle of agonies
made all around
with conspiracies

laden with sweets of the worlds around

but I do realise the system constraints

then whom to target

your own self
of the environs

the best replies
that comes from the aura of this snap

give a damn to whole hell

live your own life
never expect whatsoever

from the dearest ones
defined to torture your
the inner most

life is what you are

see the mirror
love yourself

forget whether
you have smart or ugly looks

the righteous pathways

give a damn bullshit rejection
to the infinite

who have hurt your feels
so pious
sacred the last threads

never ever repent

send the value system to the dustbin

as its not only you
who have to take burden

of the whole hell around


source: this article is meant to went off my hurt feels evoked by my own daughter., but inspiration is neha c.mehta

PINES SMILE AT RAJPATH..Jan14,11.9.49PM

me any my heart
they hardly see eye to eye

I do wonder what is the hell around

why my fights can't end

Is it. I am meant for fighting all the way around

their are no ammunition, least defined enemies but with infinite fronts that are active round the clock

is that the real life

I loose my sense of normalcy

Is it my psychiatry know how is bullshit damn thing around

but I know I am residing at the other end of the world

but why I fail to realize
that is the way of life

why I get perturbed that much

one thing is certain

I have no fighting partner with me
that part is the triggering of defeats all around

and my fighting spirit simply never accepts the defeat

who are my enemies

I ask too much of mine

but find
at the fag end

Its me
me and me

no body else

but why I can't realize
the enemy hidden at my psyche

I really don't know
how to target this enemy
and destroy it
with the ultimate know how that I possess

I try and try
but failure waites for
at every another second

I still stand up

starts fighting

some time
day and night

they feel jealous of me

but I hardly get accomplishment at that

source: kiran and Anu Malhotra, Pankaj Bansal

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Jan.11,11.9.13PM

my work alcoholism has induced practical psychiatric disorders in my psyche

psychiatry otherwise advises to remain busy
that is a fact beyond contest quotient

busy life is not a friend
its a foe in need

one day a saint went to Kailash Parwat to bet the bliss of lord Shiva. He did get Him because of his arduous efforts. Lord Shiva wanted to pay him some gift of a real worth. He picked up three hand full of ashes of his eternal lit fire Owen . He offered with utmost respect to the man. And the person also accepted in equal respect. On way back he saw a river with thunderous flow of waters, it made him think that lord has given me ashes: bullshit the insane god:he threw the ashes in the water and suddenly saw it turned into precious stones with glitters equal to that of Sun. The person went back to the Lord to pay his sorry feels and repentance at nerves.: hoping that Lord will again bless him with the same. Lord asked the person I had already given you what I had with me.

the daily chores and me

the eternal with constraints

I do realise
the pinch of the man

but the reality is something different

I hardly know
who I am

the lord or the man

source:::::::::::kiran malhotra.

A HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO..Jan10,11,1.26PM

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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BOUGANVILLIA..Jan.10.,11.2.19AM

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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PINES ARE SMILING AT RAJPATH..Jan.09.11.7.41PM

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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