WOMAN KIND?

When Neil Armstrong delightfully stepped on the "no to so explorable" cosmic rock ...little did he knew that his golden statement would reverberate forever within the circumstantially tortured minds of ironically blessed people of my generation ...

lets recall it (anguish take over me now...) "one small step for man....and a giant leap of womankind ........away of course! " ., this translation is divine and evidently "heavenly" ...(i expect a giggle here to let my dormant brain churn out further this melodrama).

There are instantiations of couplet theory as well as robust independent existence of nature's principle elements in all the walks of scientific world....however dealing homo sapienically ...it falters for the "exceptionals" ...crudely speaking for the "exceptions!".
How self contained an "exception" can feel?
How self deluded is his decision of his multi faceted personality?
Its like deliberaltey screwing up the obvious implication of scientific laws wherein a pole of a magnet ruthlessly decides to abstain from being attracted towards the opposite pole ( no ideas here now!) ...and in this intellectual-self-elevating chaos it rigidly attempts to prove the enigamtic existence it can hold in space and time .if u beleive our reverent scientists ....a single pole cannot exist ! ( lets break here for a quick giggle) ...however this analogy surfaces a fact ...individuality at the cost of rebellion against mom nature .. ... is neurologically destructive ...for time to be constant.Hence if u find yourself magnetic ....i am the opposite pole ....and this literature deserves a revision. The latter statement depicts my yearned dream of achieving a split personality which caters to follow all natural rules and emerge as bar hero and not a war hero!

"women in general are wooed , wooed and they hencforth voodoo the hell out of men ..its what we do to them and voo d0 is the smash return..."
-----shwetank ,"pop-up thoughts at marred weekends" circa 2005.

OF CHASTE BEAUTY

strollin on the lanes of thought ....
as time blesses me with wisdom unsought;
Reason denies at what i stare..Behold ! those eyes are passionate flares!
Angelic beauty casts eternal spell;
yet mortals yearn for a story to tell...
Wherein u hear of kingdoms that fell for the quest to know was ...where she dwells?
Nature sings HER song.....enchanted as others i relish it's throng.
Slept i in her fancy for long...word is pure as this aint a fairy song.
------shwetank

OF JOB

Oft i yearn for the task to cometh;
wherein i usurp an IT king
.alone,chaste,abriged my soul,
yell for no more of suffering.
Deceiving strokes on the keyboard,f
oretell the future,ha! black as coal.l
ured by the gold and riches ,astray i am from my childhood goal.
violet,blue,red or green ,none of them flicker on my screen,
all is blue with a gloomy hue.
PM rules like my college dean.
tuned for eternity,i dress up as a prince.
In a trance i reach the 'official' throne
.slave dynasty was HERE ever since;j
ust do it,is the command,howsoever i may groan.
--------shwetank

OF BEAUTY

weather doth adorn her grace
.rain doth pour her zillion charity...
Oft, she lingers with her solemn face.
.Heavenly sermons lack that gravity!
Aye, all ye poets so supreme!
thy words speaketh but substance,
HER whisper..an orbed face's gleam
.is a canvass for art enhanced!
HER fancy is a dream of youth...
Saint becomes of a man uncouth.
---------shwetank.