FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.7.28 PM

In my previous office
the corridors of power
that's what the learned say

But I feel its the corridors of powerless

she occasionally met me in these corridors
and my slippery heart
its damn bullshit thing with me

but her scintillating hello
I remember til day

she succumbed to the system
I know it

so my heart has not forgotten her
but my brain has put a physiological system whereby the heart becomes simply stoic and nerveless

one fine day she encountered me in that corridors

I realised her constraints and I simply changed my path back to same room from where I came out

she did feel her stupid nerves not to realise a gem

but time is ruthless to everybody
it comes once only

I do remember her quite a few moments with me

as I owe my source of inspiration to her
as one of the first to make a point
that made me come off the monotony

but its not she only
probably the system fails everybody

if the momentum and vacuum: the ultimate powers to bring and remake the changes
simply doesn't favour you

when I am writing this
she may be busy to please her hubby
with some of her delicious dishes

I do realise
dishes and rose gardens
its something not promised to me

I make my own ones

and send instead
without a feel of reciprocity

And that's what
a real love stands for

source: Shipra.v

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.22,11.6.05 AM

I don't know how you maintain your routine mundanes

I have awakened to my own ones

I am not that much punctual
as Army discipline points

but my discipline is known to a few privileged

my previous boss ( a chief of software corporate house at chinaei at present ) never called me whilst our rooms are literally at two/ three seconds apart

he knew me by my prowess

once I wrote a draft/noting/case study
it comes straight to me after getting approval by all our complex senior hierarchy including the civil ones

And my boss simply died on my words

He never expressed so is my case

Now a different man is sitting over that chair only
and he has made a mess of all the things around
I tried to make him convinced

Lets see what happens

but yesterday he did say " Ahuja its too good"
but I was not happy

our hierarchy is so complex that no body can make a sense of it except we ourselves

but why I'm writting such things over here

simple

your grace is immense and magnanimous
I wish to gift you magnolias (my favourit flowers) every day

my heart again asks me
do you love her

I keep my silence

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.21.11, 8.43 PM

In basic sciences it is a consensus that we are only driven by what can be related to us

what is this bullshit relatedness

well it depends
of what soil you are made off

but what I am attracted to

may be this beauty heart can tel me

sometimes I do feel
what could have been if she never came to encounter my world

my heart suddenly interrupts me

it says : Are you sure , you a world of your own self

I get slipped out at its basic and magnetic question

I know its true : I have no world of mine

may be that's why
every evening comes with its own storms

I enjoy the roughs of seas
as its my love

my heart asks again
damn it

I am not for your damn roughness

I simply fail to understand
how to convince my heart

it again interrupts
with more rigorous waves

don't you dare tel me
that I am made for the bullshit vacuum
of your own makings

I ask myself

is it true

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FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.20,11.10.40.PM

when the night has just stepped in
I have awakened to the feels of my heart

it says
darling can't you tel me where my love reside

I do not understand
what my heart really wants

I know it will start fighting with my brain
as it has only that option
when a reply doesn't come

and my dummy brain
it simply puts me in distorted shape

I make sand dunes
and ask my heart
look !! how sweet and beautiful they are

it plays with them
quite often with too devoted sense of the nerves

a wind comes
and my sand dunes suddenly disappear

my heart asks again

where is my love

I simply fail to understand

how many times
I can afford to make

sand dunes

as I am too sick of making my heart get pleased

but I do ask myself

who I am

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VALENTINE DAY..Feb 14,11.5.29AM

I am not wishing any thing here but for piece of hearts

hatred and ill will is omnipresent
so is the love

but my heart asks me
who is the ultimate winner
I put the dotted lines.
It says
are you sure

I stagger at my reply

my heart takes the chance

the fights start de novo

I know today is my working day
And don't want my stupid heart to engage my brain

as its more needed at my work place

my brain will be making my pencil run
that's the life with me

but my heart simply envy my brain
as it has no pencil to run

I ask it
don't worry my darlin

you have the ultimate wealth

it says
what is that

my reply is

its Love

source: Neha c. mehta, kiran and anu,

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH..Feb.12.11.10.05PM

What is happening in Egypt is probably known to all who have time to think beyond their boundary walls

but what sciences say about it

its difficult to put in shape as the research is something too prone to multifarious critique around

the gist is:

such events are controlled by the two basic factors: the momentum and vacuum.

well again the hi fi words are too enigmatic: the vacuum is created by plethora of socio-political-economic-religious/international factors.
the momentum is the total impact of mass psyche. The galvanizing factors come from within and without the system in question.

but what is the underlining total effect

the governing bodies should not take masses to the granted factor(s). The change in system should be envisioned before its too late and get the hostile forces of ibid basic factors to combine and bring the havoc to make and remake the history itself.

the biggest question is who cares.

well !!! then Neha will say something else

I can only say Darwinian theory of survival of the fittest will be rule of the day.

FLOWERS OF RAJPATH.Feb.12.11.8.58AM

its often I get too worked up at my environs

I know the right way of life is simply to go outside
come back and get busy at your work

but life in toto never allows you this very simple luxury

the reason is simple but even then very few can get a nerve of it
: its simple the live environs are that much over exposed to changing scenrio that once you start loving a set up of system etc. it suddenly paves in : you are left with again to make sand dunes.

I see this beauty as I get the thoughts
otherwise I prefer to take psychiatric medicine
and simply hibernate the time with me

my reason is simple
that "pave in" phenomenon as explained earlier is too prevalent in umpteenth gravity that I hardly get time and energy enough to strive for the changing scenarios.

the change if at all comes : it simply vanishes : And I don't like to get hurt unnecessarily

does it mean live a desolate life instead taking adventuristic point of life.

I will say
Neha should reply

as its too too enigmatic question

source: Neha c mehta, kiran and anu,