Beautiful/Tragic

It isn't beautiful, till it is tragic.

Strange you may believe,

nonsensical to the highest degree,

acting now between us

is a ghost of paradox.

With your face drying of its vivid magic,

nothing's beautiful, till it is tragic.

In his subtle brilliance.

In his subtle brilliance,

she secretly loathed herself.

A free thinker, an earnest soul,

he loved beyond limits or control.

She was a fountain, followed by a drought,

Demure but daring, sure but distraught.

In her turbulent vicissitude,
he quietly bathed himself.

Always moving, always leaping,
every inch in her, boisterous, million thoughts creeping.
He cherished the slow-pace, loved to linger,
Passionate but lost, an ambition-less singer.

Not everything that makes you happy turns out to be love, just as not everything that makes you hurt turns out to be a mistake..

It's never easy around you!

Denied, defied,
new excuses I improvised..
I used to feel immune to all this,
until I found you.
And now,
it's never easy around you!

Still

Silent stare, silent hands
two people packed in polybags,
came close.
Liquid stirred, but didn't spill
packed were the emotions still

A walk.

A walk reminding you of all the walks before,
unfinished smiles, unfinished miles beside the locked door.
Because I crushed and crumbled your heart more than once,
Part with my words, part with my absence.

The soul in your eyes,
pierced through my disguise.
Strange little paper-boats up again,
I hope it doesn't, then I hope it does; rain!

You're right, I could never forget you,
your spell was deeper than what I thought, I knew.
But, you know it well,
I won't say a word, even if the heart rebels.

Indifferent.

Chapter's closed,
and so are the windows now.
Eyes no longer look for you,
Stubborn head disallows.

I know, it'll be great,
to talk to you again.
I know, we're good,
there's no visible chain.

But I took your flaws and mine,
and mixed it with my feelings.
Now, I don't know, which is which,
Layered heart; multiple ceilings.

So, here we are,
separate and far.
As indifferent as strangers
of different lands,
bearing different scars.

A well insulated heart!

Lost in the chasm of his songs,
he held me near,
Insulated all along,
Integrated to his song.

I could see the wires,
over two thousand per meter square.
Fencing his face, his hands, his soul,
His lungs, his mouth, his all…

His repressed intellect, impressed in smoke,
His nervous toes, bitten fingers, dissolved layers while he spoke,
The wrinkles of his humour, his impaired hope,
Soon, he, with his insanity, would be fishing out of scope.

I could’ve wished for more ignorance,
More delusions of knowing him, more unwired moments,
But, I guess, I swallowed pieces of ice long ago,
Cold speech, frozen heart, what would I know!

So, lost in the chasm of his song,
I held him near,
Insulated all along,
Integrated to his song.

Storm hits the heart.

Criss-cross, criss-cross,
like lovers of yesteryears, strolling across.
An unknown land, unprepared, unplanned,
lost in the moment, hand in hand.
Then destiny rolled the dice,
in seconds, everything fell apart.
You can fix the cracks and the burns,
but how do you fix when a storm hits the heart!


Caught off-guard, near the water,
prejudice attacked, perceived morality ready for slaughter.
A small mistake, a big price; how abruptly virtue became vice!
innocence was lost, slice by slice.
When paradise turns against you,
demanding your depart,
you can't try enough, you can't cry enough,
When a storm hits your heart!

The magic.. the charm

A chain of events,
some memorable segments.
You seem to think that,
after an age of luck gone splat,
you revived "the charm".
but actually, just another false alarm..

Still terrible fortune
your best buddy, bless scorching afternoon!
Your white shirt still has crush on mud and eggs
and only banana, splits your legs.
And you are still the best man for,
your neighbourhood pigeon shit-pour..

And there you thought, that girl,
all so perfect, all so pearl.
Would turn the game upside down.
Would make you "MaN of the town".
And that its your "charm",
that flows in her watery eyes, like greenish hue from the farm..

The magic is, sometimes raw as rake
starts where all is planned, but seems like a fake
so that another guy
charmless, but still sly
won her over, with his scheming stunt
left you with just as much as grunt..

And again, you go hunting
not for the girl, but for the charm
Dude, wheres your fire-arm??
Use your head, forget the magic
If you really see, its only simple tricks..

Dogs in love??

Theres this interesting love quadrilateral going on in the basketball court. There are three dogs smitten by one black bitch. I don't know, wheres the competition, coz the bitch obviously likes the light brownish one, they even make out whenever alone. By alone, i mean no other dog is there, coz they obviously don't have any problems doing it in front of us; someone had to risk his life, and throw the ball at them to remind them of the public manners.

Back to their story, so when they are not alone, the three losers stick close, actually the white one seems like a either a loner or just unpopular with other two, coz he's always behind the other two. But anyways, they all follow the bitch who keeps dancing from one side of court to other; outside to inside to god knows where.

The problem is, when no dog is there that bitch keeps wandering all over the court, looking out of the court with big dilapidated eyes; and the moment they arrive, she behaves scared and runs crazy.. i really don't understand her psychology. But the real problem is, i'm really scared of these mad lover-dogs and even this bitch; i hope this love story ends soon, and they all find peace in their lives outside the court.

Love is an NP complete problem

Thats that...love is an NP complete problem...may be it does have a solution, and maybe you can test if that solution is right or not (trial and error or parameteric method); ...but by yourself you cannot figure out the perfect way of having all the ingredients and cooking this love recipe i.e finding a solution to this problem...since this word kind of sickens me out, lets just call this "condition X"

So, the thing is, "condition X" refuses to be limited in a set of statements, due to its numerous variables....everyone thinks he's an expert of somekind to define this (otherwise a trite case of non-deterministic polynomial time problem) in his own expert way...since the complexity of this problem is beyond the scope of this blog, wont try getting into that shit...

So due to its such nature, no algorithm has been developed so far to completely tackle it..but I'm sure there are some heuristics...which are kept secret and only found in cryptic language of poetry or art...which are probably double NP, hence not very trusted in solving "condition X"...but for benefit(or not) most people, low efficiency algorithms are widely available in many movies...

So this "condition X" remains an open problem, so go and fuddle with it in you own fuckin' expert way...