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way back in our litrary giants
probably one thing comes out a common factor
the scanty quotient of 'relatedness'
probably haunty all
cutting across
the equsitive value of knowledge and wealth
of all sorts
in a fine morning
i was standing at Rhotak railway station
the wet and soft cooled environs
the romance of the surroundings
with some memories
of mine and others
some hardy and worldly people
sitting at a fence pavement
probably waiting for their train timings
i did wonder
whether their related quotient makes them so fit
the chance waiting for my friends
at desolate railways junctions
it all puts another fire of relatedness
right at the spirit
hitherto crumbling with crunch of the routine
these exotic attire
of the self
i do wonder
at the findings of the latest ultra modern behavioural sciences
is it
simple
the robust ways
makes the things so simple
and interesting full of 'joys'
may be
its rather more relevant
earlier people felt more happy
since they were too simple
source : mallika sherawat
when asked upon of jittery query of where do you want to reside
Lord Krishna paused for a real long
replied with a fathomless smile " your 'karam bhumi' overpowers all"
i spend my special time
to negotiate His words
to internalise
the pains, inquisitive quotient, the magnetic nerves
and
the "ruthless heart"
why we wander to nowhere
it reverberates every morning
when i cross vijay chowk
the beauty does cast its own spell
but it dithers away
at the other moment
is it like
the fag habbit
or the hidden volcano
of what we may be made off
i find little to soothen my own traps
my steps pull me up and down
and i go on and on
i remember
a sweating amitabh
with a few words at his lips
" i am yet too anxious of the uncertain: so i work hard to my nerves"
probably things happen
own its own
we just fit into
source : mallika sherawat
when days and nights
pull the trigger
against
your wishes and thoughts
when the scorching heat
brings you
a solace of shadows
far away
from the narrow
stingy lanes
of deceipt and mooves of stingy around
you love to see
in your backyard
a heart
and the warmth
see if moments
not allow to fast
speed thro' your times
i remember the exotic words of a lady C.M of delhi
" i put in a simulated shape"
when the murcury touches 45.C'
and i prefer to travel
sitting at the bonnet of engine
of a DTC bus
i
know the driver is duty bound
but i ask myself
why this heat is too glamorous to me
it replies
you see love!!
its coming
from the eyes of a beautifull heart
i feel alone
and chance to DU
not too many times
the reason is simple
i believe to acclemetize my inner core
to fight to the finish
the ways the means
at my hand
and see the beautifull eyes
of the beautifull heart
thro' the window
of my heart
come back
for another encounter
source : mallika sherawat, amitabh bachan, shipra vashisht
today at 5.25 hrs
i sped my car to reach delhi domestic airport terminal
my nerves strained too much to find a plethora of topographic changes
it has been too long since i chanced to see someone at airport
this time
a very special heart
whose roots lie at my interiors of gene language,
she was travelling spice jet to mysore for her software engineer job
i could talk to her thro' the security gate only as she was already thro' the security norms of airport
her beautifull friend just took her patience till i could say good bye
i did wish to talk to her
probably she was too formal to steer a bit far
moments went
i was alone as usual
way back
my speed was of a "rickshapuller"
at my office
too many a times
i go upstairs to glance the airtraffic
and wonder at the frequency
this time
i hardly know
at what
i will wonder at
source : Mallika sherawat, navu
way back in our litrary giants
