From the dreams
We dreamed together
Your sudden entrance
Into my dreams?
Without thinking a single time
Was never a choice…
Was there an exit too?
This is Today
Chose to cease your existence
Your own choice though
Treading over my silence
Indifferent to the pangs of pain
Your chosen disappearance
Has transgressed yourself
Under the self-exile of your
Your own hibernation
Close the eyes and dream tonight
Don’t dream old
Dream something new this time
Is it the brain or heart ?
Which one sketches the dreams of mine?
Twisting and Turning —
Turning and twisting all over the night
Viewing a view seen only with the closed eyes..
Just a little dilemma..dreaming about wings or dreams are getting wings…..A hot coffee this cool evening…..strong…the laughter..and the fear….the disappointment..the rebel…the taste…the burning chest…and the sweet headache…must be two glass or cups….must be three…and then it goes…till ten…No, don’t want it now……..But…would love to….drink it tomorrow yet again……….with the same zest and same vitality…
The two chairs in front of each other, one occupied and the other with just the shadow, the smell, just this much. The two cups ordered, one with coffee and the other empty. And it goes on. Just the repetition nothing else and nothing more. Trying to revive the bygone but never it will be the same. Continue reading
Just as amazing as the above picture….
You come up with surprises…..
You come up with love….
You bring love when the clouds above fall…
You come and mix up with me….
Like water falling in the river….
As if we were never unknown…to each other….
You come up with dreams ……. Continue reading
A dream of a perfect life………..
A wait for the perfection……….
” Perfection” becomes ideals and it becomes ambition. Ambition or Ambitions? A journey that starts after “conception”…..a journey begins being of thumbnail size….and the journey ends..likewise….in the form of ashes.
Ideals of life..are somehow fascinating so much that we remain fantasizing it ever and ever in life. Ideals after all are only the things that makes us live. That makes the hope alive. Everything can be lost but hope. We are so powerful that we can hope. We can hope for every good things of life.
Here, I want to remind a story which we read years back “Pandora’s Box” , the ancient myth that the world was so beautiful, there was no misery and there was no pain. Continue reading