Worth of dreams

When you dream of the future, beware.

Things will not be the same even after five seconds;

And you dream of things that are to happen years after!

This is amusing for me and stupid of you.

Laugh at those and you will never forget the lesson.

Be the bitter, stoic old grandma,

You wont do the mistakes again.

Dont make the strangers a part of your future.

You will be punished if you do so.

They will not be there when your knees will be burning under the pressure of life,

When you will want to leave and need comfort just to take it a bit longer,

They will run away at the sight of you bleeding.

They never wanted to be there for you.

And you dream of years with them!

You are a stupid.

You need to take things slow, let the people prove that they are worthy of the dreams you are dreaming with them.

But dont be the one you hate,

Be the one who proves to someone that you are worthy of being in their dreams as well.

Dont you think that the dreams are precious?

It takes a lot of courage to dream where you are with someone.

Be courageous, be cautious.

They arent gold, they are gems,

Once broken, they will not be the same again.

Your dreams will be tainted, beyond cleaning.

Will you break your dreams down in pieces, just so you can dream again?

Will it be that easy?

Be careful.



मैं की कहानी

वो हल्की सी जो धूप खिली थी सुबह में,

शाम को निकलते वक्त याद बहुत आयी उसकी।

सुबह उसने मुझे देखते ही कहा था -“अरी, मिलती तो जाओ”,

कह दिया था मैंने तपाक से-“यार वक़्त नहीं है, काम पर जाना है”।

अपना से मुँह लिए खड़ी रह गयी थी वो, हल्के से इतना ही कह पायी की ठीक है।

मैं काम के लिए निकल गया, वहा दस लोगो से मिला, बातें की,

बाहर धूप ज़रा तेज़ थी, पर चारदीवारी के अंदर पता कहा चला।

उसने बहुत बार आवाज़ दी थी ज़ोर ज़ोर से, पर इतने शोरगुल में उसकी कहाँ सुनाई देती।

शाम हुई, काम खत्म हुआ, लोगों की भीड़ कम हो गयी,

निकलते वक्त धूप से हुई वो बातचीत याद आयी,

देखा मैंने उसकी तरफ़ मुड़ कर, ज़रा थकी हुई सी नज़र आई।

मेरी तरफ देख मुस्कुराई वो थकान भरे चेहरे से,

मैंने पूछा कि बात करोगी अब?

उसकी मुस्कुराहट गायब हो गयी, अजीब सा लगा।

” बहुत कुछ देखा है मैंने आज पूरे दिन। थका हुआ सा महसूस कर रही हूँ।”

पूछा मैंने-” क्यों, काम ज़्यादा था क्या?”

“ना” कहा उसने।

तो क्या थी वजह पूछ बैठा मैं,

“हर जगह सिर्फ ‘मैं’ ही देख मैंने आज”- इतना सा जवाब था उसका बस।

काफी था न।

वो चली गयी अपने घर,

मैं अपने घर आ गया।

अगले दिन और ‘मैं’ देखने की तैयारी में।

Are you able to love?

Are you able to love?

Love that will consume you and you will re-live!

Love that breaks you with the expectations,

And mend with the sweet nothings.

Are the feelings enough?

Will you be ever enough?

Will your love ever be enough?

How you will love when your trust is broken every time,

Every time, when you wanted the peace of embrace,

You get the coldness you have in your heart.

When there is not a sliver of warmth and you are dying,

Each day, every day.

When you realize that the care isn’t a permanent thing,

It will diminish with time and age.

When all the fairy tales lie so badly and you find yourself standing on the edge.

But who knows that it’s breaking you down.

The source is blissfully unaware.

The source feels the same pain, but has turned cold.

So cold, the shivers just won’t go.

You finally find your heart and its vacant now,

The tenants have left, the trash is left behind.

You still think that the trash is precious and you keep collecting more from them.

The space is filling up, the jumbled floor is a proof.

Are you able to love?

The patience that the mountains have,

The calmness the trees have,

The love that a mother and father’s hearts feels,

The grade of care a sibling have,

The passion a dreamer have,

The understanding a seeker possesses,

The compassion a fellow patient have,

The sense of discovery a traveller have,

Do you have all these?

If yes, search for love.

If not, you are not able to love.

He have it, do you?

One fine evening while returning from work, I had a nice nap thinking what I should cook for dinner. When I woke up, I had a brilliant idea of a dinner-out with colleagues at a fast food restaurant with whatever money we had at the end of the month. The fast food chains provide offers to fill up the stomach without much dent in our pocket. Back to topic, as we entered the restaurant, we ordered loads of food and had fun while eating.

No, no the end.

As we stood in the line waiting for the food that will fill our stomach, something filled my heart as well. A middle-aged man was standing at a table looking at the bill and counting the money he got back from the counter. At the very first sight the scene looks depressing and sad to the onlookers. But hey, it was a fast food chain, people were in rush, who cares what he felt! Anyway, he stood there with a gloomy look on his face and maybe guessing how much money he was left with to meet the ends this month. 

Or maybe he was just an aware citizen looking for GST and the other taxes so that he can criticize it later at a tea stall with his fellow tea enthusiasts.

Let’s be a bit positive for a moment, shall we?

As I looked at him, he had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes when he looked up. I had to avert my eyes as it would have been rude to stare. Thoughts flew in, settled down and started talking.

While we were looking for fun and food, a night to post pictures of and laugh about, that man at the table stood counting how much it cost him to buy happiness. He had what none of us had at that moment. He was going to go back and face smiles and laughs that meant most to him in this world. He was going to cherish the fruit of every dime he spent on his happineIss. Isn’t that what is life about, finding happiness and if not found, looking for it!

So, as we sat there eating and laughing at our silly jokes, I watched a man buy happiness where the world buys food..

The Ache

It aches for freedom, the choice.

The lost sense of happiness,

The carefree feeling it used to feel.

The winds are slow and the air polluted,

The lights falls heavily on the eyes, blinding them.

The soothing darkness is missing,

It has lost its power and shies away in the corner.

The music makes no sense, they don’t create happiness;

Music is just noise now.

It aches for everything real, free.

Stories of shattering dreams

When I look at my friends and talk to them,

I don’t find them happy.

They have enough bank balance, they can survive,

And they are just surviving.

They have lost their happiness, each one of them.

Is this just a phase? Or this will last for a lifetime?

There is a storm up to every throat and heart;

They will survive. They will not.

They are now dreaming of running away, so do I.
Once upon a time, all those souls were happy and free; 

Now they are burdened.

Heaviness settling on their shoulders and in their hearts.

They might lose it.

I just hope they don’t.

They say the words and feel it too much;

Either they feel a lot or not.

I can hear their cry for freedom and happiness,

I feel it too.

It is very strong.

Taking us all in, deep, very deep.

We will get out of it, but then we will not talk about this,

We will bury it deep inside our hearts, too scared to take it out and show the world.

We will still talk, just superficial.

There will not be any long walks and carefree laughing, smiling, teasing and our secrets.

Maybe we will find the happiness or at least feel like we found it.

The freedom will have new definition.

 Definition chosen by the society, in a square impenetrable box.

Maybe some of us will break through it someday;

They will define things for them,

They will know what true freedom is and how to be really happy.

I will see real smile on their faces and the laughter out of their throats will not be constricted.

A few dreams will reach their destination.

I am happy for that and hoping for that.

If even one of them finds the dream, it will be success.

Success for all of us.

But now the things are gloomy and clouded;

They are enveloped in the sadness of what is lost, unable to see what is in front.

We are directionless, the paths are new and thorny.

The fog is thick; forcing us to hold on to whatever comes into our hands.

We are reaching out for anything that gives us the hope,

One day we will find the light, and some of us will reach out to it to go out.

The small flicker of courage and hope will blossom into a strong fire;

The hypnotizing fog will not be able to hold us any longer.

Breaking the chains will not be easy, my dear friends,

But maybe we will be able to do it.

Right now, all I see is the broken fragments of our dreams;

They hurt like the broken glass shards slicing through our naked flesh.

The words, when they are spoken, promises that they are losing the fire in them.

The shine is fading away, just like life leaves the dying eyes.

No one cares about your and my dreams,

We have to keep it protected.

Pretend that you forgot and forgave;

They will see your broken smiles with their weak eyes, 

Sounds of shattering dreams falling upon the deaf ears.

It happened to many, happens to many, will happen to many;

Just let them think they won, we will win our will back someday.

Just keep calm and get ready.

The dreams will roar one day and you will be the only one alive on the battlefield.

You will find yourself.

You will win.

Some day.

One day.

I hope, we will and so will I.