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when ever I recall Mahadevi verma
a hindi poet of the yore
my toughest nerves
simply shade into blues
I know
it CAN never happen
rose gardens can only be made in the skies
sand dunes have to flow
at the mercy of the winds
my heart asks
Darlin
don't be that much cruel
can you make
my rose gardens
and sand dunes
at least with your infinite some pencil
I sometimes see myself
then my heart
and then my pencil
it says a lot
but I do not ask it
to run
my little key pad asks me a lot
but I keep quiet too long
may be
I see what the environment fails to recognize
Aren't we too incognito are impulsive lot around
Indra regime made a mess with mindless personal laws
are we that naive
ages have not made us sane enough
why we equate criminals to our revered ones
is it we are that poor
knowledge doesn't make a dent at our brains
cast is the ultimate sin
it percolates down to
what we dither to understand
but
why we make alibi
do we like traps
to get trapped ourselves
for endless oceanic period/time to come
I have tried
may a day come
you shall see
what I have learned
so assiduously
over the ages
the heart lives
where the hearts breathe
I often ask
what is the most relevant and sane nerves
to have a happening moment around
my heart says
its job and job only
I have started wondering
probably
I have yet to start
to become relevant
I remember
Karan bhumi spares none
I have left the correction
at its sweet will
Its makes a lot'
to see you live
I do not know how to start
I have no idea
what to write
the only thing I know
some computing devices
some vested interests
my biological entity get tethered
at every another moments
reasons
may be
they should be
a
better behaved
This is a day of mis-happenings least known to me
I do ask my self
where to go
a niche of mine
day and nights
as usual
bring
what I dither hard to tell
least known frontiers of mine
you
and me
come its night again
but do remember
I have not invited
the intruders
