INVERTED SPRUCE MARCH 28.12 7.23 PM

I have made this bounty of Nature extra large

I know I am simply coming of my swamps lit large

where ever I happen to be 

I do know

It has no ending

till I find my reverberated cosmic heart

always at loggerheads with me

I was quiet and calm-pose

at my work platform

whilst I know

reality quotient of mine

its even beyond my own nerves

struggle is the order of the day

I know very well

my heart asks

Darlin !!

isn't it too too much of it

I do wonder

Why I can't speak truth to my heart.

Inflorescence March 14.12. 8.04 PM

A day has come
my relevance with the pictures
and the hearts
probably lost 


like dunes
I make 
time simply unmakes


I know that's the life
ephemeral it stands
at the hearts


god has made with steel nerves


some times
He comes to me


I ask why you have come
where is the need of it


He smiles back


I know
His smile is infinite some
in meanings and contents


He vanishes
at the nanonic moments


without paying a heed


I know he loves me


but why the hell
my heart doesn't love Him


Now my brain intervenes


Darlin


He doesn't need any body's love


source :one of my Forces officer.

Implosion March 12.12.8.30 PM

This piece of soft paper is being specially written for USA scientists and other related ones.

I hardly bother to your machine language

but I do bother about my tough and stoic  heart

as it never gets pleased

There is hardly anything in this bullshit world

that escapes my worth

still why the hell I remain so desolate

is that I look for an allusive love

that never existed for me

I will skirt the question and reply too

reason is too simple

I am a problematic genius even for myself

Its often believed god gives all

but takes away one that thing

which you deserve most 

but least blessed with.

Weeping Willow March 12.,2.04 AM

generally it is said 
you simply can not forget your first love


I will ask instead
what is the first love


well !!


I hate scientist but do praise science.
This chasm can never be understood 
so is the first love.


with your first love
the trees spread a scintillating fragrance
and the rose Gardens are made by Nature


where the first love lies


but these bullshit scientists only can visualize and understand the bullshit condoms only.


I have never expressed such a disgust


but scientists should learn the nomenclature of humanity.

INVERTED SPRUCE , FEB 8.12 . 3.50 PM

Probably I am writing the most controversial aspect at this moment

my heart says Darlin !!

Tell me what goes into defining Love

I look into the horizons

it says : Don't get provoked

your heart is making a trap

I go on looking

as I have nothin to be busy at

what makes me busy

has already been taken over by the all mighty

My heart whispers

Do you mean God makes and unmakes the Love

I again look into the horizon

it says damn fool

Your  heart will kill you

I suddenly get to the brain side

it appears like an encounter with the Bermuda Triangle

I ask my brain

why the bullshit Bermuda Triangle is still a scientific mystery

It keeps mum

Finally it ends its silence

and says

Darlin !! the fact is

I really don't want to take sides

as I've  started loving you

in whatever shape you are

But my heart is not pleased at all

it says

Darlin !!

Hell with you and your infinite scientific bullshit things

you simply can't reply me the most simple thin around

I again see into the horizons

Now it keeps quiet

Probably it has understood by this time

That I have understood its meaning

of how to keep quiet of my heart

Weeping Willow March.7.12 . 8.42 PM

my heart looks to an elixir


that probably has been lost with the winds


it asks!! Darlin!!
why the winds come at all


I say its a part of geological climatic phenomenon


it starts weeping like a kid
at the lost lolly pop


I soothe it at infinite ways


By the time
it gets to the cool


I get too worked up


my brain opines
why the hell 
you're bothered about


I really don't know


whom I represent

INFLOURESCENCE March 2nd 2012. 8.54 PM

me and my heart

probably the toughest thins around

one asks 

another keeps quiet

and game never ends

probably the time has its effect on the environs

in its own way

now I ask me

how it makes a sense at all

I know 

I keep changing the meaning and relevance

where ever I happen to be

obsolence strikes too fast

I change the meaning

it adds to the moments

I really wonder

how many moments

I shall have to add

to keep me relevant