Love is a PCR reaction which always runs,

Love is a Centrifuge that always turns,

Love is the brightest of gel bands,

Love is the successful experiment of the luckiest hands,

Love is the paradox that Levinthal showed,

Love is the secret in every Protein fold,

Love is the compatibility of MHC's,

Love is greener than Mendel's peas,

It encompasses us like a fatty micelle,

It is an active synapse between the neural cell,

Love is fullerene a Bucky ball,

It is a hydrocarbon that cages us all,

It is a cat in Schrodinger's box,

It is fatter than the book of Nelson and ***...............

What is true and what is not?

Who am I to judge this thought?

Am I a pawn in this game of death?

Am I a color of this grand sketch?

A mere conscious mortal maybe I am

Wandering in this vision of splendid thought,

Do I see what I want to see?

Or is it just the world maybe,

alive and dead at the same time

tells me the lonely subtle chime............

I have a dream,
that one day, we would walk on mars
that one day, we could sail through the stars
that one day the sun will not set
that one day life will not rest
a day i could sing on the moon
and listen to nature all afternoon
play hide and seek with the birds
race with the mighty animal herds
witness a real miracle
have enough strength to overcome every hassle
see with my eyes shut
dream as I am awake
I have a dream…………..

How do I express what do I write
I'm trying so hard with all my might
My soul is lost in the void of your eye
Forgotten and lost for you to come by

Little by little inch by inch
A fire burns in me
As I clinch, my heart that beats
To a rhythm set by you

I walk the contour of your
face, searching for something
but oh this pace, I hope it stops
I wish it's still, it's me against time
Mine against it's will

You set my gaze, ablaze
in a fiery crimson red
cursed are the ones who haven't
seen you and are dead
May the dead once again rise in alarm
and wonder in sheer surprise
Struck in awe by your charm

I wanna go on till my heart runs dry
Continue till my hands can scribe
What justice would I have made then
if I run out of words to describe.

I saw her over the shelf at the book store

quitely reading her book, wanting more

slowly she lifts her head

trying to find something she hasn't read

from where she was seeing me

it seemed like eternity

she read my mind like a book

all it took her was a single look

one by one she turned the pages

as if she knew me since ages

she had a list on her mind

of things she wanted to read

of every kind

i was pushing forward to get close

wasn't a choice that i chose

was it me or was it her

that was making my world blur

she was standing there like a book of mystery

seemed wasn't what i see

she looks at me and i look at her

neither of us knew what to do

she was done with what she came for

i paused the world as she left the door....