THE ELLUSIVE HOME..July.27.10

this is where I search you
day and night

whilst my heart has concluded

its simply not feasible

the exotic desires

and the day dreams

it simply can't make me

fit in this system

but what makes me
fight with another vengeance
at the new rays of sun
every morning
with dizzy nerves and eyes together

may be
not you
something else

may be your stoic heart
has given a sense of
end less fight
to the finish

howsoever void
it may be

is it
I have come off

the testing times and space
together
with no desire to win

but fight
for the fight sake

you laugh at my nerves
may be it fetches happiness to you

but it does a difference
my nerves stagger at more challenges


to get negotiated at every stroke of the seconds

but from where this time descends
with such meanings

I see myself
at the bubbles of the air
bereft of further relevance

but my fight
it simply fights itself
making me along with

LABYRINTH..July.24.10

you remember
the evening clouds were pitch dark
we ignored all
your presence at my heart
it makes me compliant
to come off
the odds at hand

its way lost to the time

I find you
somewhere
at proxy exposures

you've flied to
the different world
you chose
by your wits

may be
I would have done
if I were you


it still comes
thuners of the seconds
with me
and bring you live


close to my heart

INVERTED SPRUCE..July.22.10.

the title picture is of oceanic relevance at logger heads with plasmatic time equations

Science by major part remains on paper only

but the minuscule part of being happy and relevance
why this remains on paper only

I ask myself
every other moment with me

I know the crunch gives an insight as how to negotiate the vacuumous feels

but neither fits for an holistic paradigm

I was looking at the day manual labour
putting their best to shape the earthen parts

probably they have evolved to be more at ease at their heart

what makes the rest of the hearts less privileged

is that realisation quotient has gone too far to make the common things get understood

may be true

but why its so

I struggle day and night
to fight to the finish
the monotony lit large

is that
I am fighting for a bubbles in the oceans of reality crunch

may be true

whether we are by default accustomed to fall prey to the dragging nerves

I see my mirror too many times
not that I am too smart
but how far I have evolved to face the reality

the equations remain intact

is that making sand dunes
to be thrown out at the first spell of airs
the only reality
we struggle to make common sense look too enigmatic

may be true

SHADOW OF REALITY..July.17.10.11.21

SHADOW OF REALITY..July.16.10.8.15.PM

we by default look for a heart
worthy to the finish
the taxing moments of ours
can take a recluse at

but how is that heart
may be
our own one

or
this beauty

depends
how the equations of live world
fit into the system
we are supposed to negotiate

day and night

seconds fighting within and otherwise

may look you
as if
some one
its the decisive moments
Nature might have decided
as of now

I was looking at the heats of today at Rajpath

the relevance
probably decided by the blue
still we remain
with allusions spelt all around

the quest is endless

so is my heart
looking for you
in the thins

you may not come
it knows well
to the heights of the crunch

but it does a purpose
to live
for the moment
with me

SHADOW OR REALITY..July.13,10..9.48.P.M

every day is new day
the challenges takes its toll
the evolving scenario of the live world
otherwise too

this was the gist of one of the brain storming session recently at my duty chart

I was definitely tuned to the speakers at their wits end to put the whole array of research in one one go

but my heart did miss you

it knows you never promised roses

may be that evokes the nuclear fusion reaction
to develop at my heart and brain

to fit into the system
and grow more
as the sun rises with smiles of challenges

probably it has accepted the status quo
of my oblivions
and obsessions
both being too impractical
at all cardinals

I was putting sharp
my steps on the rajpath
way back to metro

I did recall you
and your stoic heart

may be
it has another reason
of jealous fight

to find myself

AZADIRECHTA INDICA..July.11,10.

the title is about a medicin and shadow tree of India called Neem tree - it brings its fruits in bunches too many to play and enjoy in a rustic environs

you and me
do you remember you tried your best to cheat me

but I do know
you win by your wits

I love your winning instincts

the downpour
it made us to run
but again
we played too instinctively

til day
I find my meanings
at your plays

my moments with you
it gives an anchor
to come off
at the place I remain intact

bereft of meaning

clouds come today too
but it only fetch
what you have left at my soul

people say
if you love
it changes all sudden

but my moments
it remain tuned to
the laughing eyes
making me run too fast
to catch your shadows

why your shadows

they still that alive
I run again and again

to catch wholesome