THE HUMANE SIDE OF WAR

War itself is a natural disastar
calamites come
leave their scars
generations to come

by-standers know
a little of
the broaken hearts

Hatred takes its own toll
to get subside

Nature is jealous
to support the tender
it flourishes from the buds

Hatred tries to peal off
the buds
the flowers aside
but how many have learnt
the rising sun
it gives you a new hope

patience is what at the test
most of the time to come

jealous gives you nothin
it chokes out oxygen of life

But how many
young hearts
with their energies
will make a sense of it

whether the wait is endless
but what is the end afterall

How many young hearts
will ever realise

And come of their affiliations

Nature give you all
and its you who have faulted her

But how many
will ever realise
with their energies
at full stream

But why to put
this energy
in hate

Love is good
Let it have a chance

But how many will ever realise

Before disaster
proves all of us
on the rong side

But how many will ever realise
with their energies at their sides

source inspiration: neha c'.s space

LOVE BITE IS PSYCHIATRIC DISORDER

my twister love is celebrating her birthday
She invited me but reluctantly
Probably she is scary of me
or my thoughts
may be my key-pad
she knows i don't have i-pod
She is damn happy at that
I asked her
why love!!

She feels i'm too spoilt

But my heart puts a subtle refrain
tell me love
what's that bullshit thin around

You see love!
decency is something to reckon

But my obsession with her is by default

I was enjoying her birthday cake
I am very fond of chocolate cake
and ofcourse my navy cut

She says love!
smoking is bad
very bad

But you see
my heart says
it's not good even for me

I kept mum
probably that's my habit

She looked at me
I got scared
you know why?
her himalayan hair supported by antarctic eyes
bullshit damn thin she has
it pulls out of my psyche
which probably
i'm not aware of it

She is instinctive at her provoking me



She smiled at my way of keeping silence
and behaving a good guy

Love!
You see i have heard about:
Shakespear, Keats, William Wordsworth, Kalidas and Tagore:
I got scared : very scared :
A glimpse of her
and bullshit fission reaction in damn brain+brain+heart+heart

Love! she said while eating her cake!
What was gist of all these great people around us

I was reluctant to reply

But she insisted

Love!
They have had an innate urge to see beyond

What's that bullshit beyond-she was sipping her coffee!!

You see! LOVE!
Love for a person beyond a threeshold value is a psychiatric disorder!

Do you mean!
They suffered from psychiatric disorder!

I was looking at her lips glowing like a budding rose!

No Love!
They had a unique non- psychiatric disorder!

What is that Love? she asked while opening her chocolate dark beans!

I kept mum!

She put a handful of beans in my mouth!

I could see her glowing chiesel finished hands
And her fingers
I could see whole of my Orchids e-album

You see love!
Nature is beyond at creating these beauties around us!

And Nature played great too while creating these persons around
As they could see the Beauty around

source inspiration: neha c'.s space+ PU CHD but only +

WAITING FOR HER

A moment of wait
or an endless
but looking for her
it was a pleasant
much diff
from my
and your's
daily crunch

heat and scorching sun
but i enjoyed
a breeze of Antarctica

I know birds
they are blessed
come to India
go to syberia
at the flutter of
your nature gift

but my gift was your wait
i don't have wings
but my heart
it zoomes
to Anatarctica
at your glimpse

your hostel rules
i know
discipline is good for life

my brain is a disciplined guy with me
and my heart
a bullshit spoilt child

but it feels
euphoria
at your thoughts
And who says
euphoria is bad for good health

And your wait

source inspiration: neha c'.s space, shipra.v, Astha. B, DPS, PU CHD

CHRIST OF TODAY GETTING CRUCIFIED BY ITS OWN TRIBE

MY TWISTER LOVE HAS TEARS IN EYES


A mamoth got crushed
souls cried their hard
shrill voices got dimmed
rough soil gushed out
with vengenous velocity

Emotions ran high
tears fired a spirit
Gorge W Bush was born

I have read an english poem
at my teens
a boy was in love
the girl demanded red roses
She knew
no body promises roses

But he promised
rose gardens

I have a rose garden at my city beautiful
nick named by some broken heart
but tough at nerves


When love bites hard
a warrior is demanded by the social people

I have remembered that english poem
the storey doesn't stop so short
The Britons were scary of snow wizard
and chill of winters

A bird heard the cries
of the love bite
She put her whole blood
slow and slow
with a smile
over a bulshit white rose

The rose boasted
look Mr. Gorge W Bush
I have turned red
You can offer me
to your glamour queen

I go to city beautiful
put my stay for long
see the bullshit red roses
my soul asks
Why these damn red roses
so stupid
so thankless
so shortsighted

I keep my calm
my 'twister love' has tears
at her beautiful antarctic eyes

My soul asks
can you reply to your Love's tears

My patience get provoked
The test is hard
But the reality is more harsh

I say to my soul
LOOK LOVE
A Christ is getting crucified
And by his own people
for whom
the red roses were promised

She said : I know
Roses have thorns

source inspiration: neha c'.s space, shipra. v, BBPS,DPS, PU CHD