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British believed that one day in a yr
whole of the Indians go mad
the situation if perceived by on time scale
very few days are when Indian system is sane enough
I was discussing the impact of NAREGA-II with my friends
the wasteful spending the money fetches no-work culture
all ready rampant phenomenon in Indian scenario
the politic entity is blackmailed thro' the cast ridden society
well! solution may be found thro' multinationals
it may evoke a lot fuss but that's way to create work and jobs
the GDP scary hierarchy should play with colours of brains
why I have put your beautiful snap here
my friend told if u give jewels for nothing
it will be thrown away as if stones
I was awakened very early morning
not unusual
but this morning is different
I got the bio-tech reasons of your indifferent heart
and my stupid way thinking
but I also know
only stupid can be creative
happy holi
source:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this eve my senior most general was being felicitated at his superannuation day
having been at the top most rank and one man show of winds of happening of real world:
I looked straight into his eyes as he with a heavy moments at his heart started to speak his heart
Army discipline and last moments of service
its notion understood by privileged few
we lined up to say the last official : good llllllllluck
it was over by the evening
the memories got personified
I was calculating the millionth quotient of varieties of Love
way back at Rajpath
things shaped the usual way with a different hidden feels of the day
I missed u a lot
u may ask why????????????
when u are in all the phases of time at one go
You love to see your love
and talk to the heart if feasible
I am putting on this wall
u may read
source:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kabhi kuch apni hi likhi jab padhtha hu mein -lagta hei-kisi pagal nei banai tha mujhei uus asman kei par- tumei khanei' dhudhnei' kei' lyei' "
I hardly know why I go on writing
with sequel of love syndrome
writ large at every nano second around
I was searching the people on long tours
why don't u go somewhere
I kept mum to my heart's query
but I know u are not around
so my destination remains too hazy
I know the Ganges flows where a heart lies
every eve
I search
and end what I searched for
is it Alzheimer of Love
striking hard at every neuron
may be neurotic disorder
but my search remains intact
flowing dust ask
its too dusty to play a monotonous tone
but I know
my feels flow
a fresh waive
my Ganges flow with u
behind u
and probably that's why
I go un-noticed of myself
directions free
source: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
probably one of the taxing and sad moments with me
my heart believes when its not there
I accept the truth
but query of relevance haunts like ever before
When I will start loving myself
probably never
that's the one possible cause of this bullshit thin around
if u assume the rest of the stuff already dead
including the ones who bring this sad syndrome close to u
probably u get a relief however momentarily
another spell of the hard stuff
awaiting u
that's too scary
why the reality takes such shapes
probably u assume dead as well
the matter get solved
the clinching point is still there
what will happen to the fighting spirit
let the Darwin takes care of it
source: shipra.v
its drizzling outside
the sandy-wet odour characteristic of the drops' love for the sand
it has made me see light at the other end of thoughts
u may be getting interrupted by un-even sequences
the nightmarish streams of dreamy world
but this time
I have probably scored a better
for the moment
its better with me
enjoying the Nature's infinite wealth
of love
materialism too
but how come
Nature can make the hostiles to combine
I remember
chemistry was wonderful when sodium creates fire in water
the process is simple
the phenomenon too difficult in mundanes
this time
my heart stops short of exuberance
as the water-fire
encounters the self
with millionth un-cornered fronts
but why
I ask myself
whilst observing the falling droplets and this pc screen
at one go
source: shipra.v
there is hardly a moment when the running equation of time
and my heart are not at loggerheads
late eve
I am too slow to catch metro for home
sometimes evening tourists walk a bit faster to me
some foreigner do wonder at my speed
but I wonder at the people who have just joined the environs
I am leaving for another way of life
imposed or otherwise
the relevance haunts me like ever before
in the backdrop of rajpath and vijaychowk
I visualise the calotropic royalanas
I ask myself
the things are better on what terms
I know
its with every one around
the daily crunch
the reality lit large
I do not count the moments
at my disposal
is that something amiss around
slow glowing breeze does ask a lot
I steer clear of the whirls
as its sticky
like bubble gums
ending no where
with meanings undefined
but I do ask
certain things
that reverberates
as the clouds of Ujjaini
source: shipra.v