SHIFTING DUNES

I remained hooked to news channels
with my FM with endless showers of love songs
political cauldron somehow came out with a palatable stability
may be for the name sake
as Indian democracy may witness a spell of upheavals primarily owing to uneven growth graph of the populace
but this will have its own cost over the scale of time and space

I with no relevance at my heart ticked slow enough to recall you too many times
with a break up of a movie on a private channel
a romantic combination of small events

My heart wondered with naive nerves
why this stupid commonsense is far behind in existential parlains

in my office
I often stand at the make shift tea stall
looking through the window at your office premises
once it was mine
I know you'll utter the same nostalgic commonsense after a period

I hardly feel impulsive enough to see you live
your room is hardly 2.5 minutes down stairs
my heart pulls me vigorous
I brush aside its advances
as the fresh spell of windy waives come in through my terrace at this Hrs (01.15Hrs),
you might have gone to bed of roses
but my roses are too deep at sleep
at a botanical garden in Punjab univ Chandigarh
I visit there quite often with my thoughts
but find no sense in disturbing their ambiance

may be that's why I disturb your ambiance
but only through this e-book

my heart asks
how far you'll go with your syndrome of fantasy of meaninglessness
I look at exteriors

It's quite romantic
Delhi life is alive through the night's heavy traffic

I often read too much not meant for noticing at all
so is an illuminated Bill-Board just outside straight in line of my sight
it reads
LOOKS

I read it millions of times at night hrs
as I have nothing else to do

source: shipra.v

UNBRIDLED DEPTHS

Probably a heart is too immense equation
on the scale of time and space
who possesses is too difficult with himself

I lost in my usual thoughts
cross the Great Vijay Chowk
an ephemeral "karam bhumi" of mine
too often as the days pass by

the present life
is the way to happiness
my learned ed Friends utter too much of it

my the docile stupid around
get a little
and go back
to the heart equation

why I should leave my own self
for the bull shit around
I ask myself

is that reality so cruel
or the cruelty is so omnipresent
nonetheless omniscient

I brush aside
my burnt inner half
as if jealous serves no useful purpose

again I look back
around the environs
see if
some change is there

I know
change is what
I dither to accept

I stroll back to my reality
and ask myself
where are you

I see the horizons

whether if
it does exist at all

and if so
what for

source: shipra.v