WAR ROOM ; APRIL 4.12 .8.55 PM

sometimes I really wonder
how come you got invented on my this bullshit pc


probably I had nothing to do
or else I wanted to search


what probably doesn't exist at all


But if either way


why I am searching
what I myself don't know


I have done literally a doctorate of sciences and literature s


but my heart always says
you are damn fool around 
nothing else




I get irritated
its continuous rebukes
make me half mad


Its not only that it has broken my bones of existence


but it simply doesn't resile at all


Its only after fight and fights


I leave this dummy around


I get a relief


but since my bio existence
its simply not possible
without this necessary evil


I have to take it back

WAR ROOM : April 12.12.7.32 PM

My dear beautiful hearts in dress

I know you have a work least known to me

but darlins I know what you simply think before

You shall ask 

How the hell !! you can think what we have not thought of

I will skirt the reply

reasons may be many

But today when I was lost fighting with my own self

Your simple presence made me worthy of my fights

your beautiful eyes are simply made by god with Her own chisel

I know you will say

Armed Forces has no protocol of such praise

Another day shall come

I will be lost in my allusions

and 

you in your own protocols of work

least known to me.

MY HEART ASKS ME: APRIL 11.12 7.16 PM

Today I was searching 
an equation only known to me


whilst my two beautiful Armed Forces Officers were putting the mundane in a protocol basis


I knew every thing
but I know they can hardly know
what the hell I am made off


I asked my heart
look how beautiful hearts are around you


it remained voiceless for a few moments only


it suddenly throbbed me out


Hell !! with you and your concept of live world around you


tell me why I am so desolate and lonely
to the last thread of my being with you


I really don't know what should I tell to my heart


somehow I gathered confidence
and started a few reasons


look my dear heart !!


every one is made of a self aura
and your aura doesn't fit 


my heart said
is that I am that bad


I kept quiet too too long


My heart didn't budge


I somehow dared to say


Look my dear


there is no body like you

WAR ROOM APRIL 10.12 10.17 PM

Today when I have lost trust in humanity itself

my heart asks me

who is there 

that has not ditched you

I see myself 

and the interiors I  happen to possess

I see my own reverberated image

My brain says

Darlin I have a point in difference

I suddenly stop

what my brain has invented

it breaks its silence

your interiors have never ditched you my love

I read and re-read the ibid lines

it gets reverberated

I do wonder 

Why I have not learned

to love myself.

MY HEART ASKS ME APRIL.5.12 10.52 PM

Its very rare my heart looks sane enough


and asks


Darlin I know 
there is no body like you


but can't you tell me 


what is this beautiful at all


and whispers


O' I mean to say


what constitutes to make the phenomenon of love
that is beyond the defines of psychiatric disorders.


I ignore my heart


what should I tell my heart


I also ask me


the question infinite some


I always search you


in the blue horizons


some times


on ground realities too


source : my two Armed Forces Officers.

INFLORESCENCE APRIL 5 .12 .3.29 AM

I remember I have seen you 

some where

my heart looks a niche

I have goaded it

not to go for sand dunes

I know

its too near to the empire of His

but I a poor and desolate chap around

It asks 

come on darling

every thing is like that only

I wonder at its sane nerves

but my brain do asks me

from where it has got that wisdom

WAR ROOM APRIL 4.12

I have walked 

whilst you kept on putting queries the way you like

I keep quiet Not because I don't know the reply

my own chosen ways 

prove

the question and replies

its shallows around

reality lies some where else

I wake up early too early 

whilst I know you have just gone to sleep

I know I have not waken for you

its a part of mine

to wake up as you sleep

is it 

I look you 

at my thoughts

a better way

I know

you may say

may not be true

me the difficult around

still keep intact

what I have

with or without