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My love lady officer BoB defence colony New Delhi
I know a bank officer is handsome paid
probably its not my cup of tea
I have a difficult heart with me
it never gets pleased up
its sees you
your aura
where ever it happens to be
one day
it saw a beautiful girl
her cotton strips
and her looks
it thought
its you
it went to a twist twirly around her
months together I convinced this stupid
my dear its not yours
its some other beauty
and that too
she is mad
with a bloody tapaouria
but the hell bound
dirtiest chap
it never budged
on Monday
I have promised it
I will show
who is your love
nights of my cocoons
ask
where are you
I have searched you
my soul has probably retired
but the search remain intact
is it
I write for the name
probably
that may be true
I have left
to decipher
true and false
together
may be
its too heavy
my nanons
my own makings
some
come to fast
I ask
where you have been
all the way
they ask
instead
where were you been
all the moments
of ours
WHEN YOU WERE TO
U WERE ASKED TO BE CAREFUL
TIME PLAYED ITS ROLE
I DIDN'T FAIL YOU
I KNOW
ITS ULTIMATE PRICE
SOME DESERVE
OTHERS RESILE
BILLIONS EXPLOIT
I WISH
I WILL ENSCONCE YOU
THE OTHER MOMENTS
I know you will never read this article
you hardly know
I am here only
the day I met you
it has become
a yardstick
the lonely moments
the fixed quoient of mine
I have
started
packing my luggage
but I do not know
what is the journey
and least known
the destiny
what to talk of
the place
where I am designed to go
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
