LOVE AND MYSTERY QUOTIENT

I WAS surfing thro' my orkut friend visits and a unique thing i noticed :
Darwin in his epoch making book and research publication entitled 'origin of species' came to an intrigue of sceintific relevations: it's the female part of Nature who is more active and decisive in making the hereterosis of genome to continue and innovate: Today, much has been said of these nuances but all fall short of the great inventions so to say ' in the words of Darwin : its the feminin part which decides the physical traits and so on":
I was going thro' the literery findings of the comtemporary world: probably one thing comes out in unison that beauty has no factor in her psyche which can be categorised as "Love" factor

but my heart is unable to digest the realities: probably it was sleeping thro' my scientific studies

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BEAUTIFUL HEART LIVES ON A SILENT VOLCANO

i was talking to my myself
with no words and consonance
but waivy thoughts stirring thro' the ocean of my psyche
ridden with whys and buts

the scale of time and space
when the bio-tech watch
takes a hard steering
to come off the filthy world around

probably the reply lies somewhere
in ourselves

to get rid off the people of the loo
stirring your psyche
all the way
you happen to be

disconnect to the loo
but how

i wondered at my bio-tech watch

when it will start
a reverse move
towards me

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PEBBLES

i find you on the way i happen to traverse
with or without a remorse

wonder how Nature atuned you to a soothened heart
i feel a jealous
but realise too late
probably you have some equations
similar to that of mine

striving hard to strive for hazy ends
undefined array of similarities

beauty belies you
but it gathers
a strength
to see you look
more beautifull at the day end

as you have survived the roost

source: shipra vashisht

my pc is more crazy to me

thin nanones of time and space change creating such forces that surpass all anticipation quotients of the best brain

too usual i find the equation surving the test of time
may be not in my favour
how does it matter
i somehow lift my psyche to the normal value

i know this fight is an ongoing paradigm
with no ends at all
but my pc has chosen the shortest way to defeat

it has put your snap as a default value

i know
its a software snag
but it will take a long whole
before i can learn to correct

so is my array of thoughts
it comes and goes
making no diff to the reality
it remains a crunch

i ignore
to the bed
till morning
with another one

may be diff is there
it shadows you
in my favour

HIBERNATING HEART WAVES

one day i was fed up with the dephth of psycho and psychiatry research

i know my friends have enlivened to lift me up to the extent feasible too theatrical

the shower of happiness which i read thro' the eyes and mind wavelengths of william wordsworth always tossed me as if too slippary to catch a moment of it

i was surfing again to the tune of my habit

i was amazed to find and feel the impulsive happiness quotient of my friend at her chance visit to a nearby town, Meerut
i have travelled thro' Nangal Express to reach my office that too in time
Now when Kohat metro is at a stone throw distance
i am late well by two hrs

i often cross the vijay chowk
my brain scolding me
when the hell you'll realize
if you come so late
dotted graph i hate to decipher
like a school teacher

i enjoy the beauty around
forget the rest
my inner child is happy
but i always look for her eyes

may be happiness lies
where she happen to thrive

INFLOURESCENCE ..CONTD

today i visited my alma mater-punjab univ chd
the horrific speed with broken thoughts were pervasive all thro'
i sped my car to reach it, was horrible slow in the campus and the speed back to delhi was again horrific

my heart asked
have you got insane
what's the purpose of this stupid visit

i was calm and quite at my driving seat
as usual i was all alone
but my navy cut is probably only the female voval which accompanied me

but what you want to achieve by burning gas
my damn sceintific brain quipped

don't you know the global storms
ruining hell of lot of things

but i was probably putting into shapes
my ruins
to make a sense out of the array of hazy around me

probably my soul was happy
as it knows
why i crashed landed over those cites
which often stur my soul

may be
i want to forget
the hazy past
ladden of euphorbias
two beautifull and exotic

may be
i find hard to steer clear of this beauty

and live in my present

source : shipra vashisht