Dreams ??

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..

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Cold

Don’t know why I am feeling so cold…so lone..as I had felt last September….I don’t want to be numb as always…quite and suffering with the pain…No, I don’t want to give pain to others because they don’t deserve it…the most beautiful people in the world..they can’t tolerate it…

Some days can be boring like this…Sweety must be chatting with her friends…as always..or facebooking…but I am here typing don’t know why I opt for this…writing…..Seems like …I am so habituated to my colleagues…to chat and laugh unnecessarily…backbite about Sweety, and a lot of girly gossips….but what if Sweety bans..it here at office.

I prefer imagination to reality. Coleridge has well said “Reality is dark dream”….Yes.. it is a dark dream…I don’t want to dream a dark dream…really it hurts to know..it hurts to realize which I don’t want to..
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Vows !!!!

I left you miles and miles away……

With vows to meet again…..

I try to behold….your image….

In the clouds…I ‘d flown away…

In the waves….I’d sailed …….

Feels like you are here….

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Its you everytime…

I try to avoid you…get away from you but I you are so attached that you cannot be left away so easily…Things remind me of you….so much….I got an old newspaper…with something rolled in it…and guess what there was your name….Phew !!…I cannot tolerate…

You are like a boil…..painful…..Very much indeed…which needs  a lot of hardship to throw…all the white blood cells in my body could not fight with the bacteria…What about antibiotic tablets..but those tablets failed , as I failed….I could not drain you…because it was too painful…nor could I do avoid the pain….

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Rainbow…

A band of Seven Colours

Seven Doors of Hope

What if one is closed…

There are still six more….

Pandora’s box of tragedy…

Preserved hope in it….

Sysipusian mystery….

Of rolling up boulder…

A hope indeed…

Rainbow…..

A band of seven colours…

Seven doors of hopes…

What if one is closed…

There are six more…

Six more….

Well, I hope….

Utopia…

I am imagining that I am so happy…so happy that nothing can match my happiness and nothing can challenge it. I am thinking of hoping that nothing has ever happened to me. Why this real world and real people are so annoying…is this my own feeling…or it is real…No, I am writing utopia…( i fear each word can be dystopia )

Well, I wonder why I am so unaware of posting the review of Oedipus Rex..which I saw last sunday…First it must be completed then….but why the hell the review after writing, deleting, updating…I am so unable to complete it.

Why I fear with the eyes with spectacles….everywhere…I am scared… is…I have not even looked at  picture…then why you scare me….I don’t even know how you look like. Continue reading

Ideals….

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