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seconds fall short off my face off with my interiors
I struggle to see thro' the waves coming across my way
whether they carry your aura
I make a lot of
what I am left with off my reality crunch
surroundings may be tough
toughest may be the coming in
I wade through the swampy swarms
and recall you
as if reality has started defying its own paradigms
woven around me
days and nights
matter runs the roost
may be thoughts
so I equate your harbinger
with the futuristic machines
I know other moment
it shall come with new machine
but my relevance shall evolve
may be one day
you can come off
your inhibitions and constraints too
to walk step in step
with my heart
source: shipra.v
The lead female character of Kalidas depicts life as if the live clouds hovering in the sky shall go to her Love and incorporate a soul pulsating with love ( here it happens to be royal head of Ujjain -India)
this clouds column and the one of today has changed in content and spirit for the masses for en rooting the democratic system
may be with many killing clouds bursts and fire from the skies with nukes together
but I see you somewhere in the crowds
bereft of gender bias
probably my love with you is more ecclesiastic
that's may be reasons I have chosen this backdrop to reach you
I know your preferences are different
but how does it matter
live world has heterogeneous combine of wishes
realities too
source: shipra.v
this is the place as seen over eternity
I pulsate hard every eve
with a load of your thoughts
at my neurons traversing with nostalgic feels
I recall you with plasmatic speeds
while you are busy just a few steps away
from this place of eternal relevance
may be we both traversed these footsteps over the yore
that's why
today's affiliations are that realistic
hallucinating too
I talk to the present environs
as If Lord Rama asked the veg world
where "your self has vanished-you were just with me moments before"
my lips stop short of your words
putting into my own ones
as if
reality talks to reality
and asks
what is more real
source: shipra.v
I ask a lot hell of me
bereft of the realities
that shadows my live world
find a little more farthest to reality
the jig jag grow with swampy yarns
spun around
I struggle to make a sense
little more I get entangled
I wonder
is it your thoughts
fetch the scorchy heats
with bumpy ways
I choose
and fall all the way I roam
why its me
looking for the exotic ways
I see the sky
flying petals of your love
struggling fast as they fade
wavy airs make my wishes
intense and flary
I ask my heart
better fly
with the petals
as if
they may happen to be
a nanonic closest to your heart
source: shipra.v
I goad my heart
not to search you
she is preoccupied with her own dreams
It retorts back
damn fool
who's not preoccupied with damn thins
I try hard to locate reasons
so vainful
distrust follows every time
I learnt from my books
love is complete in itself
and wonder
where my love has gone
this time
my dummy brain looses its calm
hell!! with your love
do some thing
that fetches a solace
meaning nonetheless
I stare at my thoughts
who is more wise
me my heart or the neurons
I happens to possess
source: shipra.v
the tall order of the hrs
too sketchy as you see here
magnanimous scintillating
too close and distant in apprehensive nerves
thus goes your aura around me
I argue the pros and cons
at every other moment
the probabilities shy away
the windy airs with moods at their highs
I search an order
may be
the environs shall recognise
the empathy of the heart
chances may be scary
but I remain at sports man spirits
to spirited with you
where I happen to thrive
source: shipra.v
a narrow escape with reality
why I remain lost in your thoughts
is that the reality
I know I am emphasizing the mirage
over the other end of live world
I see what is not real to the world
why it sticks to my psyche
with your bubbly thoughts
shadows the reality
may be I am different lot
or
you have dubious purpose
Nature has bestowed upon you
but why love is so enigmatic
I ask
when I start or end at your thoughts
source: shipra.v
the real and ecclesiastical
is there something in between
I ask many a times
the encounter is not less disasters
font of my words vibrate
as if
to achieve all
I know
thoughts can't achieve the ends
illusionist brain and the romantic heart
the beginning of an end
is that the ephemeral equations
with an acidic tinge
I wonder a lot
may be
your invention shall bring a difference
and me the docile thinker
wait for that wait
source: shipra.v
as the hope to find you at my live world resile to oblivion of self of bundle of words
far relevant over the ages
but no contemporary equations
I struggle to opine and de-opine my psyche
may be I have learned over the ages of the "past"
through the gene-language
but its a mirror of hope
lie down at my inner half
to say
never say die
scene of romance as you see
shall die away with the ensuing heat
so may be my thoughts
of the moments with me
may be another
heat traverse of the traverse of the time
it may convert and come off
with your being at my live world
I struggle to find
the meaning of my own thoughts
source: shipra.v
so many times
taxing moments neutralise
what I develop over the hardy nerves
get evolved with
and what is around
some how
it get coaxed to believe
what I see around all the time
is it your fascinating breath
come alive through the waves
but I may not notice
may be
hard run up
it evokes the harsh
over the time
but I do ask
where do you reside
at my heart
or a place too exotic
I search whole of the planet
and vie
the nanonic equilibrium
that has with your presence
may be some day
I get evolved
the equilibrium shall be mine
I have so much reservation
but my heart says
look !! the damn fool
hardy plants
they do have
the beautiful heart
source: shipra.v
I often search you at your orkut
the same scene of beauty
My heart asks me
what the hell !! you shall find over here
I know its easy to put filters
but who cares for that
the stoic is the parallel of Nature
still we find beauty and relevance
in relation to our own lives
date with destiny
or the reality crunch
how does it matter
obsession leaves the space to obsession
I ask my self
is it you and me
its another part of obsession
with different wave lengths
this time my heart looses its calm
and look beyond the space
so assiduously made by my thoughts
it returns back to me
docile and murmuring
I ask myself
what if
you're part of the cosmos
but is it this cosmos
is like my heart
I stare at my thoughts
source: shipra.v
My specialist friends often goad me
look your heart at around you
somewhere over the mountains
may be the skyline shall bring you
what your pulse looks for
me the damn sticky around
hardly make a sense of the adage
I know beyond the waters and the earth
you may be hiding somewhere
with a gistful of thoughts
may be too scary
but relevant to me
my fingers locate you
bereft of my heart and brain too
probably they know
the twin's fight has no end
but why they fight
you've never took sides
so bereft of affiliations
find no reply
I resile with horizons
with a hope of tomorrow
I know for all of us
hope belies hope
but I do wonder
what's your hope
source: shipra.v
probably getting haunted by memories
its the toughest equations over the board
but why our soul gets succumbed to the bizarre happenings
may be we are too ignorant of ourselves
of the haughty moments
get struck
the relevance shadows
rest of the shadows
with us
we may find
but it eludes us
the latter moments
over the plasmatic speed
so the poor soul with us
it remains at catching stage
relevance hardly get evolved
but why so
may be
our fixation quotient
source: shipra.v
I search a lot in my generals at office parlains
Indian political cauldron remains at boiling points
the fathomless factors produce a bizarre of eventualities
may be such people are created out off a vacuum
much like in an ordinary person
but events make the unique combine
the results are known at hand
like zia ul hak
may be religious oblivion shall never die down
the moguls of Indian scenario prove that only
many lessons are to be learnt - " in the words of a major father of British fallen hero of war "
but where do we go from here
probably no where
the means and ends make all the path join at a crossroads
of thoughts, actions too
reality runs such roots
fallen or otherwise
source: shipra.v
Its one of the rare morning hrs which kept me alive through out the night
live world is jumping back with a slow breeze making leaves to be playful
I know you're an early riser
but my software doesn't depict whether you still come to my pages
I simply presume you might accidentally click on
the day before I got the official cultural magazine
the back page invited thematic interests
but I keep outside the mainstream
reasons may be many
I simply recalled you
as my present address is not known to many
I know you may not be aware of that one
but I attribute it you
probably self interests are too shadowing
lonely moments create a lot stupid fuss in you
so I simply see you at orkut search command
reason is that it doesn't print my visit at your page
my heart says but why you visit her page that frequent
I also don't know that
may be I feel too monotonous at the earliest of breeze
but that visits hardly fetch any enthusiasm
but I simply do as if for doing sake
I know you're a beauty on your own
but that's not the reason I visit to locate
probably the reason are more intricate
well hidden in my psyche
that may be the sincere quotient
my heart says
you are simply speaking arithmatics of the live world
as its no where related to me
yes it may be true
affiliations of the modern world are too bubbly
and I simply make the sand houses
may be
the making of sand houses fetch something new
every other second
I breathe upon
source: shipra.v
seconds fall short off my face off with my interiors
