Dream

Withinnn the dream of a partial beauty,

I dreamt of dreaming the perfect bliss, 

I woke up from my first dream to realise it was just a dream, 

I was restless to have lost the perfect bliss and fallen back in the dream realm of partial-beauty, 

And as I woke up even from my partial-beauty dream, I was confused as evermore, to be back in the dead-reality. 

Bewildered soul of mine wandered towards the rugged mountains the very next dawn,

I made sure my conscious physical senses walked along with me in this expedition. 

I wished to examine the interplay of dream, joy and senses: An experiment. 

In my dreams, if my sub-conscious can levitate me into joyous planes apparently along with my physical being, then Is it not possible to excite my physical senses to teleport me into last night’s perfect-beauty realm? 

the shimmering lights of the dawn, 

slyly entering the retina chiseling my soul.

the chirps of the songbirds 

gently knocking the drums of my ears,

gliding me up the mighty ground, making me float in joyous wonder. 

the brazen yet gentle breeze blowing through my hair and caressing my barren skin, giving me misty goosebumps in my mesmerised mind.

…as the beauty of the morning sun-rays started piercing my heart, my baffled brain got dazed and numbed. 

I started flying through the thick silver clouds mounted on the tamed wide wings of the ferocious falcon, 

amused by the drizzling drops of dews on my drenched soul, surfing the iridescent rays of the 

sun, 

springing from one rainbow to the next, entering and passing azure skies, lonely lands, solitary lakes…….joy(s) unbound……….

is my search over? Can I linger in these lands of wonder like forever ? Confused again: Is it the pain in pleasure that is sabotaging my existence or is it the pleasure in pain that is creating this blissful havoc. For whatever it is, my heart started dancing to the resonance of my being and the lullaby of Mother Nature. 

…………..And as I wander off in my imaginations, I just live in the moment with every word I pen. 

Be it my dream, be it my imagination or be it the reality, I believe there is joy everywhere, all you gotta do is nurture it out and resonate ! 

The experiment thus resulted in creating happYness through your conscious senses and merely through your Being:  living in this so-called real (or unreal) life….. 

Agonies......

 

But why can’t you feel my agonies 

When My heart cries in pain 

When my soul sobs with tears

all the times we spent, all in vain 

  Tears from my heart, 

                         rolling down through my soul 

                               into the oceans of my solitude.

            Cries from my soul 

                            Echoing through my empty heart 

               are the sounds of my miseries

But if you love me 

How can you put me in the grave alive. 

I wish Mother Earth pampered me

But my tears moisten the dust

and I am slowly sinking in those dusty agonies  

I consume an endless pain, 

strange though but it is this pain which is keeping me alive.......

                 Once you give me a crying smile

        the teary smile of yours

                                       I will be lifted from my mournful aches .....

                Your crying smile is my cure... 

                              your teary smile heals your own tears.... 

                             It always takes away my anger, my pain.....

    You cry and you smile and I just dwindle............

In your arms I want to cuddle myself..

In your lap I want to cry and laugh....

In your teases I want to shout out my pains.....

In your masculinity, I want to engulf my own feminine being.... 

in your feminine aura, I want to levitate my masculine soul.... 

how can ying thrive in the absence of yang... 

                                                You cry and you smile and I just dwindle.........

longing for summer in the world of winter

night so cold and young

yet the night so calm and long  

far away is the dawn and sunshine

it's summer that I long

winter is the season 

december are my emotions

but then august is all that I yearn

summers are ephemeral

seasons and emotions as well

winters are forever 

seasons and emotions as well

there is february in winter though 

so is there joy in pain

yet summers only are glorified 

it is painless joy that we lust for

in the hope of summers we belittle the spring 

for some, even the falls are alluring

uncanny it is that when the summer comes, we miss the snow......

yet it is summer that I long for..............

it is though winter that adorns the summer

but emotions full of summer is all I crave for 

it is but the autumn that falls so that summer shall revive

and yet why is it that, it is summer that I long for......

banished soul.......

the free soul
singing to the melodies of the cosmos...
bound by the infinity of the sky..
slyly eluding all the adversities...
embracing all the euphorias.....

the free soul
is now captivated by the mores
dancing to the cliche'd emotions
bound by the ephemeral joys
slowly sinking into the sea of sadness

dear "soul"
moor your ship to the shores of the ocean 'joy'
banish but not the soul hey!
radiate happiness, come what may..
wherever you go, joys and joys you lay
limit your soul not even to the sky
fly, fly and  fly high ................................

banish not the soul , captivate the joys
live!! fly !! go!! and i will follow................

Am I there?

Who art thou? 

This question makes me wonder my own existence... Do I really exist? If I do exist, where exactly is the locus of my being? 

What if my reality is just an outcome of someone else's imagination, may be, of a higher being.... Or what if I do not exist at all and everything I am experiencing is merely a thought process? Or what if everything is just a form of energy? .. 

Well despite all such thoughts, I do not stop using the word" I ", may be that "I" can be the locus of my existence or may be not... 

No matter whether I exist  for real or not, there are things in my so called life that i cherish and things that i have a strong aversion for.

 Life goes on, it hardly matters what reality really is... 

Am i there? 

Or Am i not? 

Memories, are you for real? 

Hopes, can you light me up? 

Love, are you brave enough? 

Life, are you worth it? 

Memories are energetic enough to bring something into action so is the case with hopes. Memories, we create and we cherish lifelong..... 

Hope keeps us going no matter how hard life is... 

Love is all that we yearn for, love from everyone. Love is a form of energy that gives us wings to fly into the extremes of wonderland... 

..................No matter how hard things are, do not give up your hopes for whatever you endeavour, it will be answered..... There are some things that keep us going.... Hope, love, life, and above all the curiosity to find an answer........ Keep burning ya all''''

.....So Long..... 

falling yet flying

beautiful everything!

yet my non-resonating soul (sigh!)

everywhere

blooming flowers and blossoming smiles

bright sunbeams and glowing faces

but 

my agonized existence and my blazed faith 

my gloomy life and my banished soul 

i cry and i bleed

yet 

i live with hopes held high!

someday 

the revered sunbeams

will invade and subdue the darkness...

the ever blossoming smiles of the flowers

will bring smiles to my malnourished soul

and

As my soul falls through the gorges of my pain

i will fly through the valleys of  my joys.

.......

love at first sight

this "being" took my heart away.
i would like to call it "Jasmine"

Jasmine

On a busy road Jasmine found me. The question still goes in my mind - Why me?
In a place like Delhi, people(strangers) don't usually communicate, they don't have time for strangers which is in itself justifiable but still....
Out in the hassles of this city Jasmine found me. She just started following me, I took it casually as anyone would do the same. I stopped at a stall, asked for a juice for myself, Jasmine was staring at me persistently, then I figured out that she must be starving and expecting someone to feed her. The store keeper fed her biscuits. She reacted as if she didn't like the biscuits. I thought "ok, may be you are not hungry. "
I had to go to the other side of the road, so i started crossing the road which was in itself a big task, i realized halfway, Jasmine was following me! Startled I was! As crossing the road was not an easy task even for a human let alone Jasmine. A car driver was kind enough to slow down for Jasmine to pass, then I helped her to cross the other half.
I was walking down the road looking for an auto Rickshaw or a bus towards my destination. Jasmine was following me like a child follows her mother. I wondered what if Jasmine was starving but she didn't like the biscuits. So I looked for a stall again and fortunate I was to find one! I asked the owner of the stall- what would she eat? He responded as if i was not serious as anyone would be suspicious about what i just asked, no one cares what a stray dog would like to eat. He said biscuits, i said no!
He suggested may be omelette, I said "ok" , there was no harm in trying that.
To my surprise, she started eating that, then I figured out that -Yes! she was starving.
Just as she started eating. I saw that the bus i was supposed to board was rushing towards the bus stop which was 10-15 steps away. I thought now that she found something to eat, she wouldn't follow me and even i wouldn't have that bad feeling of leaving her hungry so I ran for the bus.
I boarded the bus and took the seat. This is the point where I got my goosebumps and a very strange feeling which I had never had for a being other than human. Jasmine was at the bus stop, she followed me, I didn't realize, she left the omelette  incomplete. The bus had already started. I just felt something very different(indeed with a guilt feeling). Jasmine wasn't starving, Jasmine was looking for a company in this busy city, where no one has the time. I feel bad as Jasmine again proved that money can't buy happiness. You need to spend time with your loved ones, you need to find time for those who care about you. You don't need money to be happy! Happiness is being together!
I feel bad for I couldn't give much to her but hope keeps us alive, where, to meet and part is a way of life and to part and meet is the hope of life!