SILENCE OF WAIVES

Finally it came to my stupid nerves
landscapes that you disdain to negotiate
they are probably friends by default

I did not react
I too love them
but this time hidden sarcasm
probably I am accustomed

lone drives
at odds hrs of midnights
early mornings
somehow it proves a lot
what I search along the hardy lanes
where I strive for

machines is that relevant
my pulse is un-realising
of the present

I see the lonely birds
the drones too
bound to mechanical destinations
like me and others

I strive to find vapours of the blue

my scientific brain
dumpy head
it says
its the blue around
ladden with volumes of waters

may be
droplets
shall suffice
u'r desires

I get jostled
the mechanics of realisation
of the drift

I do ask
why

source: shipra.v, pu chd India

CLOUDS WITH WHIMS

my best know how seems minuscule at the alter of time's whims

I search for smileys
the quest is probably another way of self-incarnation

when a few moments with you
it seems twin fights have further accentuated

I search my heart
every day
why its so indifferent to reality crunch

but I do wonder at hearts of heart
what is the reality

isn't the equations of scales
too pervasive at our nerves

when the cocoon of self
shall realise its own reality
I am evasive this time

few moments of mine
and you
still the fights go on

I wonder
where and what lies at the end

or
whether
an end is at all sought for

if it even yes
the equations of hardy and hauty moments
shall they ever reconcile

I ask
too much of me
and you

source: Kiran Malhotra, shipra.v, pu chd

Neurons capitalism

In bio-world things are too unromantic
every neurotic happening is definite and controlled by exact physiological reaction pathway
We may not be that techno-savvy to emulate the Nature in vitro
In vivo know how is closing proximity
but that is the start of an exhuming long run

this is what my brain pulls out the scientific explanation of
your obsession
and of the vac cum around

every day you have to play smart
built bridges
over time and space
irrespective or resources at hand

my heart
it listens with great enthusiasm
as if the elixir of desolate world
it has finally come calling upon

I simply laugh at its naive feels

I know the woods too deep
and the miles are infinite

source: shipra.v

INFLOURESCENCE.contd.24.10.09

this is how my inner half lives with you
at my work
the equation plays a hide and seek game
when things change too sketchy to traverse
I pause
my panoramic views for the rest of world

probably I surf all the way
the hidden sequence of relevance
it asks too much of me

My steps across the pavements
evening waiting crowds
I search you in the thins

fragrance of the environs
with too many of words
speak in ultra-sonic voice

I make a lot
leave rest to the time

My heart feels
I make sand houses
every day and night
too sketchy to withstand the test of time

I know
sand houses are for that

but why do I
I ask myself

source: shipra.v

INFLOURESCENCE.CONTD.23.10.09

this day as usual I was cutting short my steps
as if some important thin was waiting at my door steps

my heart asked
its better if you start loving your own aura
I brushed aside the sane utterances
I know
loving self is too exotic
naive and innovate nerves catch you too often
either way you end up a crank or wretched one

My thoughts hardly let the analysis to stop short
I was surfing too many times an orkut profile
probably search is not that naive

when it finished
I did appreciate my heart's utterances

I looked around
trees as silent as my nerves
I stopped short asking
why you're like me

is that loving your aura that haughty

I ask myself

source: shipra.v, my new found friend, pu chd India

BLACK ROSES.CONTD 23.10.09

A day and its hectic moments
not much different
but I stole my own moments quite often

stand with the trees
may be
they are like me
seeing self in the mirror
lost in unison with the outer world
at its own bay

the moments combine to wake me up
the reality around

I was gushing thro' airy spells
coming straight thro' a stream of space left off the concrete
I could only feel the odour
of your presence
nearby

so it went like the streams
I hardly recognise
the truth of the day
yester or present

airy may it be
how does it matter

you seem to be
present
all the way

source: shipra.v, my new found friend, pu chd

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YELLOW HALLO

I have stretched and re-stretched this frame-work to know How If probably at all I happen to fit in your world of happenings

every moment My heart speaks a different note
contrary to ground realities
but the die hard sticks to your being around

I do wonder
how does it matter
where you happen to be

My brain now scorns at my naive nerves
I find a little
the usual st rifle
st rifle the oxygen
of your relevance

Is that
you're like this exotic and panoramic view
if all
why me the sticky around

I curse and get annoyed
the never ending fights

I leave the world behind
as if the ephemeral
its the way out

source: shipra.v, my new friend, pu chd India

YELLO HALLO

TINY threads of oceans of tech know how hidden in our interiors
I ask who you are
find a little response
I know they are constrained to speak the bio-chem vernaculars
I am somehow little accustomed to

why the time and space is bridled with

I was sitting under a small shady tree
at my farm

the lady probably appointed for part time
threw his dirty chores
lifted a piece of soap

the vengeance of the present
I found a lot similar to that of mine

with or without

I stared the scenario
left moments later

why our threads of relevance
are that woven too intricate
I left the time to solve the equations of lost love

drove past my lane of happenings

st oped short
at a friends house
met with the yore and the present
all live but with a lot difference

I did encounter the futures
lad den with interactions
some related others not

as instinctive I happen to be
I drove past all I happened to be

to traverse myself
in another vac cum of happenings

but I do ask
what for

source: shipra.v, my new found friend, pu chd India

black roses

I often wonder
who is more sane in reality
the illusionist at thought
or the one at life

I know asking difficult equations of live world serves no purpose
its simple materialistic paradigm
traversed by minor variants of romantic and euphemistic contours

but the haughty nerves nerve takes that simple
so do we
the moments remain
where they are
ridden with
cobweb of hazy dotted
the beats of hearts accompanied by

your images of the past
drawn on a checkerboard

I get goaded out of
where I happen to be
bereft of the time scale

and find
where the parallel space has gone by

source: shipra.v , my new found friend, pu chd India

Black Roses

probably after yrs together
a week of holidays made my nerves to rethink
of my relevance
lit large around my shabby environs
and shady thoughts

written to other end of horizon
of existence

finding a meaning out of vacuum

I drove past
my co driver seat often precluded with your presence
I knew its another mirage of hopes and lies with me

but you often put my your arms around my heart
may be to soot hen my burnt feels of the time
sudden breaks could visualise your airy presence around
but that's was enough
your realisation at my heart
nerves together
a plasma tic union of material entities

I wonder all the way I happen to be

why you are squeezed to accompany me
so real
like a ghost

is it the end in itself
I ask myself

source: shipra.v , my newfound friend, pu chd india