Giving Wings To Dreams

Oh! Young fisherman's boy, haven't you paid heed to the weather alert,the warning issued to run towards the shore? Then why do you wish to venture offshore? Oh! Young fisherman's boy, Why have you rolled up your sleeves? Can't you see all seasoned boatsmen have already securely anchored their boats? Aren't you afraid of drifting due to high currents? Oh! Young fisherman's boy, Your arms are quite brittle to row a boat in a vehement gale. Espy discreetly it's not a replica, the wooden toy that your angler father might have given you. Oh!Young fisherman's boy, look at the dreadful murky overcast skies. Can't you realise it's not the right moment to be near the foggy sea? Didn't your elders preach you that you can't fish when the sea is seething and turbulent? Didn't your elders teach you to guard yourself from being caught like the fish in the whirlpooling net of the agitated sea? 'Ah! Of course l can see that today isn't the ri...

Today you are eighteen, Eighteen is not just a number, It is not just another day,date or year. My son, my pride,my lifeline eighteen is an alarm to make you awake, to make you aware that you have crossed that line from where you should be discreet enough to choose what is for you best and fine. Eighteen is a warning bell that now on it's you and your ways which are going to make your life a paradise or a living hell. Eighteen is a digit that proves now you are much sturdy,  That now you are  stronger , bolder and ripe enough to carry the loaded basket of responsibilities christened LIFE on your shoulders. Eighteen is a year, when you need to gear, gear up to hold the reins of your life and brace yourself to bear each and every struggle and strife. Eighteen is the boundary line that once you cross, you have to bid adieu to your childhood,to your tantrums,to your whimsical wishes and fancies. Since, from now you are going to hold, you are going to control, The reins of your pre...

I bow before you  humanity's invisible foe. I know you have stealthily entered my and my dear ones' abodes. Door, window or some crevice which one was your entrance is quite cumbersome to know ? But for some time l know you are going to stay. I know during this fortnightly unwelcomed stay you are  Gradually taking roots and are about to grow But eventually you have to go. You came in some indiscernible disguise  Making futile everyone's careful attempts to prove themselves wise. A little more caution, A little more precaution, A little more care and concern, Where did all that little more go wrong? Bitten by you ,all your vulnerable preys are holding their ever spinning, churning heads in their scared, feeble hands pondering over were they fools to consider themselves strong? The invisible line that separated us from multitude of those gasping for breaths, That separated us from lakhs of those who are queued up outside dilapidating ,full to twice than their capacity, buil...