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the environs u adore
I stood silent
the fragrance of your aura lit large
throbbing my heart
to know
where I lost
the gems of my wishes
I put stay
while the shades of your warmth
flowed over the waves
to touch me
to bring out of the reality crunch
but I did wonder
this moment
it has whirlpools
waiting for my innocent heart
the time shall bring the the thorny ways
ahead
but I was silent
either way
eating my roasted cornflakes
whilst my friend kept on explaining
the nice technology of this place
and the feasibility of the future
I was silent
as if
future has lost meaning to me
it occurs over the board
with the pulsating heart
my dummy brain took me to task
but my stoic silence
it spoke of
the millionth shadows
you have left at my heart
to negotiate
the live moments with me
Its one of rare moment with me
when I am awake at morning hrs
with full senses
generally your love makes you that
but who is my love
I search the horizon
the mundane too
Love searches me
and me too
but both of us
it simply escapes catching each other
in the dark of life
I was often reminded
the Love is simply illusion
its you who love
otherwise its a one way traffic only
but it does give you a meaning
to live the crunch with glamour
studded to the bubbles of your heart
probably my love is like that only
its airy, whimsical, theatrical, only at poetry etc
is that there is no beauty
that can epitomise my love
probably yes
does it mean beauty is bereft of brain
or
too constrained to the reality around
I shall ask myself
and the LOVE
what exactly is that
I wish this picture should have high pixel value
so is the coveted feels of mine
of the environs
inside and around me
but the wishes are like black horses
and rose gardens , never promised
I have strived too intense
the quest to find
the nuances of infinite
and failures, together
I search my heart
and capability quotient
if at all
there is a left over
of the fights
within and without
reply is hard to come
I stride my way
with the shading sun
as if another shade
that shall come
with a reply
that can
soothen the nerves
I possess
but my heart
it often asks
why the hell
you look for the satiety
of such hard driven
if at all
As of now I have lost relevance of writing
If I look at the reasons
its more similar to my vacuous life with me
still my heart believes
you can't die un-natural death
I was rushing thro' my demi official cauldron
whilst you pretended to be busy at your official papers
I did wonder
the nuances
But its
manufactures relevance
its the way of life all around
good hearts are too misfit
where my world reverberates
with its own constraints
I simply ignored
and do so
but the reality run its roost
where I happen to strive
the cauldron of irre-relevance
whether this stupid
have a meaning to me
can't say
I do have
too much at my heart
perturbing me
day and nights together
but what else
you deserve
may dummy brain opines
I look at my past
present together
and do realise
the future is practically
beyond my reach
today evening I strolled the places of CP
hard saved at my infinite GB hard disc
looking for the moments
special; some too mundane
Now when the world sleep fast
I am running fast to pen down
the hidden and unknown
least to my heart and brain together
why it becomes that magnetic
it leaves you no where
but resiled to your sobering heart
with volcanic ramifications
I was searching
where I got lost
where the mega forces
all left
with no sound effect
not to ask of visible
why your own shadow
it fails to recognise
the part that travelled
every second
step in step\\
is that time
its so powerful
and least concerned
with the severity of its forces
that unleash the mega forces
I ask my self
with the eyes open
and heart too polite
to speak any thing
ME and my heart
both speak
listen the least
I ask say one by one
they play a truant
making me crazy
either way
the shadows I love fast
it becomes a point of dispute
with all
I serve and strive
to thread bare
but find the tangles
at every knot
is that its crazy
all the way
or me a too docile
at the moments
with me
I search my core
is there a learnt quotient
left to negotiate
or adopt
the moments of mine
the conflict of my own
making or otherwise
it makes a point
at the stroke
clock chooses to be its own
I see
and search hard
probably the misty fog spells
lift me to the exosphere
I find the cool too penetrating to my heart
but
the fights of the twins
it also reaches
I do ask
whether if at all
a height
it does afford
to resolve
that I strive hard
I am listening to a punjabi song since couple of Weeks together
the chaste punjabi isn't what I can decipher
the song may have accidentally struck to your choice
but it shall remain a choice for how long
may be too difficult to ask my self
the backdrop that you adore
I stepped over it while biking my way
with my Dad whilst at small days
why we prefer the memories
we know to the finish
the origin of its conflicting syndrome
may be the other part is too monotonous
but why we are scared of it
its a de facto reality with us
I ask too much of mine
day after other day
I stroll my way on Rajpath
the relevance is exactly written
the clock runs the roost
for all
may be
that's one reason
the flicker for us
to reconcile
the hardest shall it may be
the environs u adore
