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with or without
may be some may come off with ever effervescent
it appears to be the mainstream driving force
its an ever relevant happening
materialistic or metaphoric
but how does you combine the twins into
I ask every morning
you at my neurons goad me
surf hard
till the sun retires
compulsive order may prevail afterwords
I stand with my search at threshold of my know how
testing the worth
finding far behind the search quotient of effervescent
is that
mirage of hope
I shuffle my finger on the key pad
to find
with another search order
may be I know at hand
the eve shall come
the order of the moments
too hard to recognise
I look at me
and ask
probably the words are spoken
beyond my apprehensive capability
Next day shall come
I shall enhance
the mornings smile at me
I fail to know
who is novice
source: shipra.v
I was party to today's defence apex budgetary control unit
probably too much mechanical mundanes run the roost
that's what I have accustomed off late
with you from an alien world
least directional quotient with me
I got evolved to the new world of credentials
Panjab Univ is constrained to rid off oldies
so is my world of ever evolving aura
my heart remains consistent at his choices
may be I have left it where it chooses for
the fights never intervene my world of illusion
as the truth is an exotic way
I surf my way as it comes to me
my obsession to survive past my heights
lows are equally jealous with subborn thrive hard
at my nerves
I struggle my relevance
day and night
as if one day
one illusion shall replace another
and I'll writing love lorns
for the moments to come
my heart says
never mind
beauty is good
in either way
source: shipra.v, mani se, pu chd India
I hardly find my heart obsessed with mundanes
its a different world with me
never in tune to my realities around
I feel as if I have succumbed to its fancies
It recalls you too much
I search hard where do you fit at all
in my shabby world of thoughts
constraints of millionth
and scary nerves
I locate the relevance
it searches in my relevance
I accept its whimsical order
but it differes all the way
I struggle day and night
to find a niche
where my world reside
I know at my interiors its no where
Whether if
I shall be secluded to the scary words of the illusive
or a world with meaning if at all
my heart says
damn fool
its the meaning itself
obsession of something
its too good
before the hurt quotient
I look at myself
with millions of whys and whats
source: shipra.v, mani sen
Recognising the facts either way may suck a relevance of the duds
I have had when previous pages could come off your flip flop with me
the present sofware is probably too monotonous
reasons are unknown
its past midnight
I am searching relevance at my keypad
silence is broken by a few:- occasional trucks flying past my night turned highway home, dog do their own chance, my cooler with its vibrating spells of air and your being around me
My heart asks better do with some one else
I know the other one on the same highway
I do know these highways of heart have their own rules over scale of time and space
I glimpse around the few strewn moments
all pervade thro' the parallel happenings
My wednessday high-tea with army brass
all the usual formalities
but I do realise the evolving and fading relevance
as the chief shook hands before his journey air-bound
all too ritualistic
but do related to a farthest point of being alive
as if
my heart interved and asks again the same stupid query
I brush aside
with stubborn happiness
I know things may not change
but I have to move on
source: shipra.v
Friends are fare weather birds
that what I learned at my univ
but I find similar birds all around
I chance to Bal Bharti public school
and nerves get more enigmatic
annoyed too at the travesty of facts around
a district court in its environs remind what I dither to decipher
but truths shadow my being around
my heart pulls me up
extreme introvert nerves fetch that much only
but extrovert nerves are not way behind
the elusive right course haunts me ever before
I recall too much nostalgic
and the things become too scorching
where does the exotic niche lie if at all
is that hostel grooming has the hell of roost in the beginning of what you start
I again dither to decipher
and hope for the change
I know winds are too windy at their mood
But I remain optimistic
at your being around me
whether if
at thoughts
how does it matter
every thin is at thoughts only
what the advanced sciences has known to us
source: shipra.v
when I chance to have an old contact just at my live line I get constrained to recall Harivansh Rai Bachhan : " jo bit gaei so' baat gaei - what has elapsed over the scale of time and space let us forget that lest it stirs our soul- ( I have translated it in English, as I can visualize this meaningful adage)
I have a lot to say
constraints running roost at my psyche
I dither and find hard to relate with the live
but things takes tiksy turvy
I am left with the wonders around
day and nights
it ask as if the dummy head has forgotten to do a worthwhile
I find as if time has over spunned to have meaning at all
but that what I refer to
all the time
I picks up again
recall you
as if
you still have a silver lining
for my hauty nerves
source: shipra.v
I hardly get that nerves to visit the places I left over the time
probably evolved psyche implodes upon itself to encounter the reality
lit large around me
with a vengeance to shadow my moments at the stroke of seconds
I a die hard
look beyond the horizons of common sense too often
I have probably internalized the lone ways
at a stage far earlier to my being awakened off
my heart often fights
the way I thrive upon
but I speed past the attitude syndrome
thrown upon me by the environs
acidic or otherwise
I strive fast
I know
its another moment of relevance
with or without you
source: shipra.v
probably my times take shape with every drop of rains around
dew drops bring the parallel equations
but how the combine fit into reality
I sometimes happen to the too well known CP
my heart misses you
but I remain busy at my jobs of the day
with some one(s)
relevant of the day
at some corner of the nerves
I feel the lonely man in the crowds
I skirt the reality crunch
of my nuances with me
at the thoughts too
as it brings a lot
that get my rain/dew drops evaporate
my heart asks
how does it matter
you're too complacent at your nerves
even under scorching heat
I know heat and cold
it bring what I dither to decipher
as your thoughts bring with it
what I like and dislike to recognise
as it shows my flip point
and I love to love
be a survival of the fittest
source: shipra.v
whom we look at the other end of thoughts
I often ask my self
is it something amiss
or simply a miss
for the name sake
I evade all the thoughts
coming with plasmatic speed
it makes me an aura
with plasma of thoughts
of undefined wishes
the other end
is it so exotic
or a commoner at heart
I search the web
real around
with consonance of surfing
of the age
and time together
find a fit fast heart
but effervescent moments
it simply pass thro'
ahead of time
I am left with
searching where it has gone
source: shipra . v
why this heart looks for someone
calling upon you at your own movements
why this own feelings bring
what is so elusive of define
we struggle day and night
to find a niche
why this niche
has become a life line of heart
we happen to possess
why can't we traverse the lone ways
why they are so desolate
to stir our soul every other moment
I ask too much of myself
I know their there's no reply
the gene triggered upbringing
I often call the gene language
we have happened to be slaves of our self
source: shipra.v
sometimes it feels like
a lot misfit and worth
all gets washed away
with the winds
of my inner incompatibilities
Nature has showered with the time
I accepted with graceful heart
and search your heart
whether the twins have a unison factor
to coalesce somewhere
so I find every opportunity
to realise you
somewhere around me
I know its meaningless either way
but heart says
where is the need to find meanings at all
source: shipra.v
we are in search of an elucidating and elusive horizon for the time to come
but why so
time constraints are such that
contrary is too monotonous
its good in that way
may be
wishes get hard to materialise
that's it we encounter
near and far
with a heart on the up beet
where is the end
I ask myself
I know I need no end
as it fetches
what's unpalatable all the time
do I remain
at such a state of affairs
may be
wishes are good while with the horses
but where are the horses
may be
that have fled with you
some where
direction free
source: shipra.v
change is worthy the equation of life around us
we may not fit the evolved
so the shrivel away has been devised
at all aspects of life
I see the shriveled leaves
so magnanimously accepting the fait accomplice
I see thro' their veins
full of love
yet to be realised
sacrifice and devotion at their heart
go off smiling
kissing the scorching waves
bit and bit
their own
getting in the cosmos
next morning
the day after
another evolution may come
love shall survive
in many forms
around you
me may another causality
live the leaves
source: shipra.v
How the evasive moments of life can come off in your favour
I was a hard pressed guy at my studies in school days
Now I wonder whether my studies brought me the all pervasive lonely movements
let me struggle off the life with your thoughts
my heart says : are you sure you have space for her
I know beauty has hardly any role to play in real life
the fact is well brought about in plethora of literature all over the world
is that illusion
for which you look for days and nights
I stare at my heart's interpretation of my persona
my present room is beside a lady toilet: extremely embarrassing location: but I hardly bother about mundanes: my inner traumatic storms are enough to create hell for me all the way round the clock: I simply come out of my AC room just for my office consultations with my seniors quite often as I try to remain extra busy to keep my heart a bit docile: As the chance would have it a lady (personal assistant of a colonel) probably put her best at the parlour and her eyes were looking extremely beautiful : As President Obama's instinctive nerves I simply stared at her beautiful make-up: the storms followed: rest is still unknown: my heart says better understand the Mayawatis of Modern Mandalised India and dare not look beyond your files:
I studied hell at social studies to excel at my civil exams but extra studies made me aware of the stupid research of our genii: probably the fanciful brains are too monochromatic of the life interiors
my heart again asks: hell with you: do you feel studies have brought you the hell of miseries all around: I ponder at my pumping set and remember my univ days
But most of the books I have simply thrown away
May be I have to study more of the software: as it is more akin to you at your orkut
My heart says: one day you shall get the sandals at your hair
source: shipra.v 
I have often wondered at Nature's ways of injustices galore
May be Nature tries to avoid/excuse the maximum of our fait accompalishes but the ones we are left with are evenly taxing to prove the Nature a hostile entity around
My FM is tuned to a song " Never give your heart to anyone: as it fetches loneliness and sorrows over your life------I have translated the hindi melody"
My heart asks me who is at fault
I again avoid replying to the taxing queries of my pumping system as it fetches nothing but more queries
Its around midnight: I know you're plaining to sleep for the next day's dutiful moments
But I ask myself
what is my duty : tomorrow's work/this moments of reconciliation with no end/wait of the time/putting the things in shape
the questionnaire is endless again
I was standing at the doorsteps of my relative's palacious house at Faridkot
two Young girls at their teens (possibly) and a real beauty in raggs : they asked shall I give some plastics : as excepted I replied I'm a guest here: OK then can you fetch some water ; asked one of them : I obliged with a chilled bottle from the fridge:they were aghast at my personal touch as I asked them to step inside and better wash hands before drinking it: I did enjoy their lustrous youthful and happy way of persona
but I am asking always: why the hell !! I feel alone
my heart says : because you're not a girl and rag picker
I laugh at my heart's way of explanation
and recall you
I know by this moment You might be asleep
source: shipra.v
I am often being asked
why it's taxing
I brush aside
I know the reply would be more taxing
I often cross a v.i.p parking area
drivers waiting for long hrs
for the elusive calls of relevance
someone tuned to their radios
others less accustomed put on their ACs
the heat of environs is tough and scorching
sun is that tough to tolerate
may be
I ask myself
how plants thrive on
Are they friends with each other
or they're like us with too much of introvert nerves
sometimes too distantly bothered
lost in owns world
with an elusive relevance
I know
you may be busy a few steps ahead of this scenario
with a peaceful heart
I do realise the difference
Nature has evolved at many hearts
that's why evolution is meant for
but why this takes so
is responsibility is personal
I ask myself
source: shipra.v
I hardly trigger off the thins
but some horizons do escape definitions
the exotic heart
and the rare of rarest combination of affiliation quotient
I struggled thro' the research papers of the elite of the Defence Institute of Psychological Reasearch
I was not looking for an end itself
I know this is ever relevant question around
I got shifted to another office
with a different scenario
I write research papers with different conotations
but I have not forgotten my that tenure
Life is not definable
things are originated from blue
as you happen to be
the purpose nonetheless undefined
but hearts do speak a lot
a lot to say
a lot to learn
a lot to know
a lot to internalise
the equation is endless
At my not very small days
I asked clouds
why the hell you fly past
they responded tough and stoic
windy airs fled past
like a jealous love in hands
I stood silent
as if the stupid around
I leave my office
metro takes 39 minutes
the later the seconds the monotonous I feel
I try my car to find a change
traffic plays a truant
like the air I mentioned above
but the backdrop is not that Natural
I have acclimatized over the time
I hardly know
how much is left
It galvanise your feels around my environs
may be its empirical
impractical and nonsense has strived too hard to be day of the order
I struggle very moment
to fight this order
the clouds of my heart still fly past
with a damn care
I still strive to know
why I could not emulate them
probably
your presence is a theatrical ritual
to feel like clouds
source: shipra.v ( probably this is one of the tough thins I wrote so far)
hardly one can find Indian women with straight orientation as far sex is concerned
hype with paranoid behavioral ism traversed with pseudo purism is all pervasive
Probably women have forgotten laws have been made only for women
Males are not protected by laws in this stupid country
paranoid behaviour emanating from the daughter phenomenon have poisoned the minds of law makers and think tanks together
where the scenario will lead
its more evident in failing of the marriage institutions all over
courts know the pinch but have no original powers to act upon as original powers are not bestowed upon them
the Sati Savitri concept given to Indian women is horrible mis-founded as the root cause emanates from the daughter concept overwhelming INDIAN STUPID MALES
Well!!
what is the solution
Nature will take its own course
before a correction in the perception quotient of masses shall percolate down
till then
many buds shall die their unnatural death before the live world can take a real shape
source: shipra.v
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