Giving Wings To Dreams

The tormented soul had been yearning to liberate itself,  From the cruel shackles that were too heavily bound on its delicate feet. The poor soul had the awakening that  liberation needed a pious earning. Of course, that was something terribly lacking. On a distant hill top she knew  resided the piety where there lived otherwise a fragile hope.  The hope was an angel incarnation.  Angel, the incarnation; the soul knew was constantly on guards. Alas! getting even a fleeting glimpse of That soul satiating angel so far wasn't the fortune of the wandering soul. Though it couldn't deny that for a while a few months back she had quenched the thirst of its doleful eyes by savoring the divine angel's sight. All it had wanted was to lock that sight that very instant forever and ever but soul was too earthly and soon realized that for that it needed to be blessed.  Alas! That couldn't be and the beautiful sight was soon misty and finally transformed into a shade of g...

Like the birds that fly and kiss the vast skies, like the fish that swim and caress the deep ocean waters, like the rivers that constantly glide unhindered, uninterrupted and have no dams or barriers to stop their slide. Like the gusts of winds that blow with a velocity chosen as per their own whim, I wish to sail to a land of eternal bliss where tranquility sits on the throne, And it being queen banishes all frights of being picked and pointed, being judged and convicted, being tarnished and tormented, in and around that land, love, peace, harmony and equality is by order proclaimed.  Where soul is its own sole companion, where the walk is with oneself, where destination is one's own deep inner realm. where explorer and explored are one and same. where there is no urge of name and fame, where there is no race for pelf and cash. But that land is difficult to find, Since, life on earth is perpetual voyage through Hades. The promised Land is a myth a mirage which mostly slips through...

A sudden knock from the past has brought back trillions of memories of the bright beautiful days gone by, gone by as if with a blink of an eye. So much was left to be done and undone, So much was left to be said and heard. The time when there were no hurries and no worries,  When mom of two teens was herself a teen. When book of life had only rights, When fights with friends and siblings was the tastiest spice. When examinations were all about texts, and life had no stress. When there were no such terms like what about next. Sun or storm could never harm since shield was our bereaved father's strong arm. Kitchen at that time was rather than being present days' battlefield  was a treasure house as it had no dearth of delicacies cooked by our sweet mom. When there was no fear of fiery looks or strong judgements.  When a simple statement wasn't considered slip of tongue or audacity. When each and every gesture was ignored and never invited biting tongues. When there was no p...

Health , wealth, happiness and eternal bliss is tied on every brother's wrist with a thread of trust. Thread of trust that is more precious and prestine than the costliest gems or jewels. A silent prayer is woven on every brother's wrist to protect him from evil eyes. The bond between sisters and brothers is cemented with the sacred thread of trust. Sweet, bitter and naughty memories of the childhood,  Heated ,loud and strong arguments of the teenage, Fears and phobias, joys and sorrows , secrets and adventures of the youth, Responsibilities and liabilities,ups and downs of the later stages all are shared with the thread of trust. An assurance is credited that far or near the hand with thread of trust is there to wipe sisters' tears. Once every year all relations go in the background and bond between siblings is garlanded with the bright colours of the thread of trust.  From home, city , some other state , distant land or may be from heaven at times a promise is kept to gua...

One fine winter morn a little  bird perched on my window sill. Its sweet twitter was the sweetest sound ever in my vicinity heard. It was more black than the raw coal with a beak as yellow as a mustard field. Its presence was enough to lift the pall of sorrow,  Its chirping was a sure shot  promise of a happy and cheery tomorrow.  The little bird was my guest for just a while as it gave no indication of prolonging Its stay. No nothing whether a cup full of maize, corn or tempting wheat could interrupt its flight. I had no other option  but to honour its right to flight. I wish l could borrow its wings and reach the heaven to greet my long lost father from a distance may be. Since, l knew that was something that wasn't ever supposed to be. The only thing that my heart wished was to pray the little black bird with the yellow beak to sway, Where lives my child and hum its sweet song all along his way. The way on which he will have to tread upon all alone so far awa...

Morning mist will cast its spell  Over the vale, Over the hills, by leisurely descending towards the land, Bringing heaven on earth by its mystic magic wand. As long as it lovingly brushes the mountain tops, As long as it lingers on the heights where fearless kites and eagles soar , mist is a welcome sight. But, it being master of its own will If wishes comes quite down the hills, as if to fondle the low lying grass. It veils the view around, It flimsily blindfolds every eye, that ventures to look from its balcony  towards where  a few days back stood the hope. Hope of being in the view of the long lost dear ones, Whose hearts once beat in a unison. Though separated ages ago they had not stopped beating for their cherished ones. Mighty mist seems reluctant to hear their pray that it should stay majestically high in sky and shouldn't hinder the reverie of the broken hearts by stooping down.

Hustle- bustle of the monotonous world had stealthily taken hold of the grim conscience.  The days broke mechanically,  The nights desended mechanically,  Mechanical were all chores, Mechanical were all moves. The wheel of time moved with a dull but constant speed, Duties were performed in time, Responsibilities were accomplished in time.  Everything  was as if in super control and with in time, On surface Everything was so perfect and superbly fine.  Almost for decades , as if the uproar the sound of sobs of soul was buried too deep in the earthly gorge ,too deep to reach even the soul itself.  The saddened soul was yearning hard to liberate itself from the shackles that had crippled it for so long. The soul was in quest of itself, Uptill the dawn of the day when it went for a stroll with itself.  For a while, it was deaf to the world,  For a while , it was blind to the world. For a while, in decades it was just itself. For a while, after ag...

A singer of repute,  One of the shining  stars of the musical world Left all baffled.  It was a crowded, suffocating  concert that turned out to be the ladder to his doom. Work and commitment  no doubt for him were worship. Since he was paid for the performance, Till last his sweet rendition was flowing  out to cheer the masses. The masses which hadn't  even the slightest of idea that the constantly  flowing  sweat down their favorite  star's temples wasn't  natural. The star that gestured towards the tough weather  condition wiping sweat beads was soon helped out but alas! It was too late, Death guards were waiting  for him at the gates. With constant headache and bone chilling throbbing in my head after two consecutive sleepless nights, I concealed my plight from all until l found a few friends of mine with whom l can easily share my pain,  l got geared up for my day's tasks. One after the other there were  so ...

Own house, a flat on a hill station, a car to commute from one place to another, a good bank balance, fixed deposits and at regular intervals increasing salary, a wonderful life partner, two lovely kids, constant family outings, no loans to cause sleepless nights- so far this was the definition for me to count my blessings. What else could one ask for?  The Almighty's benevolence l could never dare to question since l felt l was blessed in every way.  I always felt proud of myself for being a teacher since last sixteen years in one of the most reputed institutions of my city. Work ethics, work environment, cooperation, coordination ,an inviting premises , no leg pulling, no unhealthy competition in every aspect my work place is the best place to be in. Our school being CBSE affiliated along with other senior teachers l was assigned evaluation duty from the board for marking of tenth class papers. Mostly this duty made us visit a few other schools in the city which were selecte...

The bird of my heart , yearns to take the flight that would lead it to a cold distant land where for sure it would find the warmth . The warmth of filial love that doesn't let it rest. What a pity ! more than chirping it whimpers, it whispers because flight towards east side is its only behest. Since the bird of my heart longs to capture that image with open wide eyes ,  Which is round the clock painted on its soul or conscience. Alas! The bird of my heart has turned stiff as a stone , Unwilling to accept that the poor heart's yearned desire isn't going to taste the light of reality in time nearby. It has to wait and watch, Till the time is ripe when either it would fly or cool gust would blow to quench its thirst for sure from  the east side.

Dynamic Hourglass show some mercy Ask the sand of seconds, minutes and hours to fall a bit slow. From dawn to dusk, From morning till evening a mom is venturing to weave a few more memories with boundless yarn of love she has exclusively for crystal of her heart. Heartless Sandglass see sand of time is still slipping down.  A Helpless father yearns to lock and seal last few glitters of the precious gem of his make . Stubborn Hourglass the ultimate hour for which they had constantly prayed has come so close that its proximity has filled their heart with a strange scare. Unfathomable Sandglass the fact that you are relentless, and that it's beyond human hand to make dial of your speed budge even for an inch has failed to impress the gardener whose plant is going to be planted soon in a place far from his care. Race against time only time can win. Oh! Mighty Hourglass though you can't stop, Oh! Swift Sandglass though your sand of time has to by and by sway, yet Just give an assura...

During Peace Delicate as a bubble, Fragrant as a flower, Translucent as mist, Alleviating as a shower, Divine as a deity, I am a woman. During Turmoil Ferocious as a fire, Robust as a volcano, Stout as a rock, Savage as a storm, Untameable as a flood, Wild as a tigress, I am a woman. During quest Inquisitive as an innocent child, Sharp as an eagle, Versatile as a penguine, Colourful as a rainbow, Dynamic as seasons, I am a woman During spiritual behest Vast as a desert, Deep as an ocean, Calm as a sage, Serene as a hermit, Pure as a prayer, I am a woman. During hour of crisis Strong as a fort, Protective as a shield, Reliable as unshakeable faith, Firm as a resolution, Personification of courage, Queen of stealth, I am a woman. Glimmer of hope, Light of the institution called family, Captain as well as anchor of the ship christened a home. I am the creator, I am the curator, I am the benefactor, I am the sculptor of the civilizations, I am a woman. In this world full of negativity, ...

Alas!  We have witnessed  the extinction of one more guiding light ,  Alas!  We have witnessed  spine of one more  home being broken, Alas !  We have witnessed roof of one more family being blown up with the departure of a parent. Deluge of uncontrollable tears, helpless sighs and at times violent shrieks and at another moment hushed up cries have reached far and wide. Known or strangers, Friends or neighbors, Distant ones or kith and kin, Have been wrapped up under the covering of extreme sadness, Some have fresh and some have faint memories of the  dismal day of their own dear parent's departure. While others have phobia , a constant fear of silently trodding death towards their threshold. At such weak moments all logic flickers, All sermons fail to provide the much needed solace. "May the departed soul rest in peace", is a message that is received by the bereaved family. But only the Almighty knows that no words have the prowess to console the ...

Sitting in my room, Squatting on my bed , Digesting the fact that solitude if limitless is not less than venom, Staleness of the world was all around. Is there anywhere where true solace could be found? My thoughts were raging and roaring , The words of pessimism were shrouding the words of optimism , The words of optimism were as if hiding under the sad quilt of stillness. Loftiness of the vocabulary of thoughts pushed me out of the queer madness. The world of words was loud, Defining and redefining itself. I pondered how many words are piled on the humanity's shelf. Words are multifarious, Each and every word is a dexterous player With a specific effect, purpose and an exquisite role to play. Words can be cruel, words can also be kind. Words can be bitter, words can also be sweet. Words can be derogatory, words can also be motivating. Words can be killing , words can also be soothing and healing. Words can be devastating , words can also be creative. Words can be fatal, words can...