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my brain often opines
why the hell you remember those
who are simply dirtiest stuff to remember
I calm my brain with psychiatric medicine
but my heart often laughs
and says
Darlin there is no medicine for me
I wonder
why I have to face the music of contradictions
is it possible
never to love any body
in any form
my soul says
Darlin don't become too philosophical
as no body is worthy of that
But I am exposed to such acute contradictions
Time can never be undone
I ask myself
is it true
or else
another form of torture
in wait for me
my soul again whisper
you better be alone
as you look the prettiest one
in that being
see this picture
probably there is a reply in it
corruption twister as raised by vested interests can only be neutralised by some real time innovative thoughts
reasons may be many
masses can understand only catchy things
transform liberal reforms in one go
in the form of another twister
Manmohanomics as supported by his team mates points to pending latest reforms like land reforms, water reforms, labour laws and liberal industrial laws including the new extra liberal tax reforms
the later one is over emphasized
else
corruption causality may not stop
Its time for : become a damn care master
as the catching of seats at the centre and state is concerned
if this Anna hysteric syndrome does not take sane nerves its almost certain there will be hung house everywhere
so lets prepare for the final cold war of elections after elections
India can not be sacrificed for the fools
so lets understand
and be prepared to pay for this foolish madness around
I have
many first loves
why the hell
I am so lonely at my heart
I see the horizons
hardly ever
a reply affords to come
is it
I have gone psychiatric insane
may be true
reasons
I can't afford to pen down
is it knowledge is a curse
may be true
Probably bio generics can't afford to match
the speed of psycho driven cardinals
But its with every one around the live world
is it
all are so desolate
like me
may be
they don't accept the truth
is it
accepting a truth
is the final laugh of an intellectual
may be
I want to avoid
the final hurt
of a heart
my heart often takes me to task
darlin why the hell
I am so lonely
I wonder
what should I tell it
I have searched whole of the cosmos
every body is lonely at his heart
but my heart is not pleased at my arguments
I retire and keep quite
it again asks
where is your bullshit infinite knowledge
why don't you tell me
I know knowledge can not bring relevance
and manufactured relevance is simply too evident
with a heart
that is profusely beyond knowledge quotient
does it mean
being duffer is a disguised bliss
can't say much
contemporary conflict ridden module of existence
I do ask myself
is it that
its only mirror image of the gone by
may be it has transformed
the conotations of live world
it grows
gets retrogressed
unnoticed
whisper free
But my queries
often
stir my soul
some with
others without
Probably there is hardly any heart
that can avoid being faced by a whirlpool of depressive psychosis
does it mean there should be an expert psychiatric doctor for every 100 people over the geopolitical areas of earth.
reply may be yes
but I am not touching this tough materialistic nuance over here
Its the evolution of psyche vis a vis constraints of live environs
that make the villain within and without
how to fight it out
make a heart
a replica of your ownself
may be a hallucination
it hardly makes a difference
the target is
never accept defeat
at the hands of opportunistics.
but who is opportunistic
very simple
keep your heart and brain intact
never get it hurt
may be
self allusions
must serve you and you only
no body else.
Probably there are miniscule existence of brains
that understand the concept of evolution of relevance
as understood in human psychiatric physiological paradigm
the current examples are that of hostile challenges put by Naxals, coloured quickness of jurisdiction / judicature, mass paranoid and phobic depressive convulsive response mechanism as evident over the space and time engineered through mass media, hostile engagements in varied hues and colours over the vast expanse of inhabitated earth.
my heart says
what the hell is happening
why the bullshit knowledge is being used for trivial matters
I keep my cool
I know its the time for that only.
but my brain interrupts in its own way
I know
I have already written the fait accomplish of crank annas and the follow ups
my brain often opines
