ME AND MY MOMENTS FEB 24.12. 8.01 PM

I often feel off the time

my heart asks what is that Darlin

this time my brain and soul too remain silent

I wonder whom I represent  and in what entirety

suddenly some body comes through the thin air

I fail to recognise me AND THAT TOO

I wonder I have too much at my heart

why I feel so desolate all the time

my brain now interrupts

it says

you expect too much of you

whilst the time has sped on plasmatic speed

I ask myself

why cant I

ME AND MY MOMENTS 20.2.12.11.56PM

I have read William Words Worth at my school days


It was initially tough to understand this genius
my rural backdrop and poor schooling was too evident at my performance


A day has come
it has changed to reverse metamorphosis


my heart asks me
who taught you infect


I keep quiet


probably the reason is
I have yet to know
whether I have learned a bit


when the environs have started its bed time
I have started to write


I often wonder
what is the right way of 


No reply comes at all


Probably change is the only reply


does it mean 
I can never learn to the point
my heart thinks of


probably yes !!

ME AND MY MOMENTS 12.2.12 6.30.AM

Chandigarh a place for my unmaking

my heart suddenly interrupted

Darlin what Chandigarh has done to you that bad

my brain shouted back : Damn fool shut up

it continued

Had you been mature enough

This day would have been different

its your stupid decisions imposed upon me

the hell is there all around

I keep quite 

just listening to my infights

I often succumb to such eventualities

is it a worth

or waste of time

I simply have no reply.

source : Susheel Kapoor, Reema Kapoor.

ME AND MY MOMENTS FEB 4. 12. 1.53 AM

a thought 
as I pick my pencil
the ultimate
Nature brought
probably 
at the smile
you spell
at the
bubbly moments


I carve my moments
the fields of clusters bombs
I engage 




I search my heart
the other end 
of your being


storms have their spell bounds
I know
till 
another shall take over


I resile 
the calm of 
winds
Nature stumbled at
chance of your being


paths the fields of heights
I pay a little of mine


my moments
shadowed
as they stand


I get infinite


bereft of 


I squeeze my crunch


a run 
I love every second


at the wish of 
the whims


I care least


the moments
you give
accomplish
that I visualize 

ME AND MY MOMENTS FEB 3,12. 11.12 PM

some where on this too crowdy yet too desolate

I search a moment of mine that have just elapsed in your thoughts

is it me only or whole of the plasmatic unison I possess

search and live with the sights of your being

I skip a question to me

I know 

this is 

something too calm

no whispers

just a moment 

I aspire

least known

realized unnoticed

ME ANY MY MOMENTS FEB 2.12.9.37PM

I have yet to know me and life


my heart asks me as if you are standing confronting me


I remind it too often


Darlin


She is not with you


talking to self and imaginary things is not taken good in medical sciences


I know my heart is not at fault


you have your own constraints


and 


it has 


its own

INFLORESCENCE JAN 22 12. 10.29 PM

probably their is hardly a person who could avoid a total chaos at the alter of contradictions


my heart says
Darlin
what the hell your knowledge is meant for


I peep through the nanons of thin air


you come flying
like a little butterfly


my brain says 
it belongs to  Lepidoptera


I ignore both


but I do ask myself


at least


one of them should be right


my soul whispers


Darlin


you are victim of yourself


I keep quiet


may be
my quiet nerves are more beautiful


as it bring


closer to 


what I call my sweat hearts.