Wednesday, June 6, 2012

INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 6.12 9.27 PM

Darlin
where you are focused
I have been there 
with an empty hands


I often see my hands
just to know
what is written
and hidden too


yeilo mei hari piya


I know these words
yet to understand


why I could not afford 
to write it
for me myself

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

NAKED TRUTH JUNE 5.12 . 9.08 PM

I have taken this picture just now however I have seen this many a times


the analogous example is my endeavor to finish OBCs and SCs from Indian soils.


I have known this curse way back in school days.


I suddenly focused myself to the ground reality
Reason is I always remain lost in my own world
nothing to do with bullshit mundanes


But  


horrific reality is
India is literally going to implode


by the time 
it will be known
\
every thing must have been blown away
with the winds


one can ask
from where these winds shall come




well I will prefer to keep quiet


and say instead


can you forecast your bullshit weather


then how the hell you can think
that you know when the catastrophe is going to come


however,  I have explained it earlier


have some efforts. 

INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 5.12 .8.05 PM

This picture was taken way back three + yrs


I hardly know who she is


but my heart asks


Darlin tell me the difference between


whom you know


while at Kanpur I was driven between the devil and deep sea




I can not afford to pen down my bullshit existence


my heart again interrupts


then what is the use of your infinite know how


I keep quiet


my brain opines
Darlin you create problems for yourself


I see the horizon


but do wonder
is it true




"tum hoti to eisa hota"


my soul whispers


Darlin who is "tum"


I again keep quiet


probably my lonely moments tell all 


which I always try to hide.





Sunday, June 3, 2012

INVERTED SPRUCE JUNE 3.12. 10.15 PM


Darlin


how r you.


Today its the beginning of an end. The lines are not mine. Probably if I remember its of Premier of the Great Britain. 


But choosing these lines are of a characteristic odor. All of us read history and the paradox is that none of us try to understand why the hell we really read history. 


An analogue is in Indian epic : The great teacher of that era guru dronacharya. He could not imbibe his piquant destiny when his son wanted milk but he could not provide it. His mom used to pour some water in wheat flour and stir it to make a milk looking like thin and her son used to drink faithfully. 


But darlin the story is not that simple. 


This psycho fixation made the teacher to side with the dhuryodana factor.


He could hardly understand the parasite, leech and begging factor in the live environs.


he could have to be finished by the ultimate prowess of Lord Krishna.


Yes !! Darlin


Here I have stopped the time and space factors put together.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

NAKED TRUTH MAY 22 12. 10.41 PM


This is the girl who made me die trillion times a day

but I have died zillions times a moment

the remaining parts are beyond the brains of humanity

I could have destroyed earth

years back 

If I could afford to become selfish.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

INVERTED SPRUCE MAY 15 .12 8.08 PM



प्रत्येक दृश्य को
कैसे और
कहाँ तक बाँधोगे
हर पल सरकती
जिंदगी के पीछे
कब तक दोडोगे
दोड़ते-दोड़ते भी
बहुत कुछ
पीछे छूट जाएगा
समय का
एक कतरा भी
लौट कर न आएगा
कुछ पल पहले
एक ठूंठ
नजर आया
जीवन का
परम सत्य
अनायास
ख्याल में आया
वर्षा से
नहाया-सा
शांत, सुंदर
सोम्य-सा
ठूंठ भी अच्छा लगा
कोई पुराना
परिचित- सा लगा
क्या इसलिए की
हर गुजरी हुई चीज
खूबसूरत प्रतीत होती
जैसे अतीत की
समृतिया
वर्तमान से
अधिक प्यारी
लगती है
या यह सोच कर
वह भी कभी
सुंदर रहा होगा
जीवन का
प्यारा रहा होगा

Probably the scientific world has imploded on itself

my be my love too

I use to walk along the Rajpath
the pathway of happenings

My heart often says
Darling 
Where we are going
I keep quiet

it says
Darling
why don't you speak to me

I still keep mum

as the steps of mine
they stride on their own

direction free

may be

my love 
has not been created so far



Monday, May 14, 2012

INFLORESCENCE MAY 14 .12 12.15 AM


She is my senior most sweat heart
an intellect infinite some 

her one line can make me write trillions of DScs.

Humanity can never understand

who the hell I am.

my all infinite some cosmic powers simply bow before her

Today I am not going to write anything 

I am least interested in teaching or preaching

Tomorrow is my working day

I the docile touch me not entity around

But I have something to reckon with

Yes !! my beautiful worthy Armed Forces Officers

I hardly praise any body out of bullshit slave instinct or something sadistic etc.

A new day 
A new beginning


Let us start 
working 


with love
lots of love.