Giving Wings To Dreams

Bountiful is our mother earth, Orchards full of juicy fruits, Fields full of veggies green, Miles and miles of land embellished with  corn, maize, rice and wheat.  Pulses and spices to make us healthy , fine and fit. Then why  Why do we hear at times hushed up cries? And why at times we are all ears to screams and shrieks from hungry mouths? Why there are brawls to snatch the little rice given as charity in small bowls? Why at times people commit crimes just  for the sake of a loaf of bread? While on one hand people eat plateful,  And on another there are many who don't have access to two times meal. While in grand weddings and parties food is wasted, When just for the sake of taste one after the other dishes mostly touched just a spoonful end up in a waste bin. Why at times on bus stops and stations People are seen picking up the food thrown in haste in the waste? Why at certain parts of our beautiful earth some people have to snatch food from the mouths of str...

Barefooted by chance the soul has strolled on the most prestine beach of the jinxed life, where  though there are infinite wants, needs, dreams and desires.  Yet, the unquenchable and unsatiable gratification derived is fathomless and bottomless.  The journey in itself is the most melodious and the favorite beat, the one that had been lost and buried deep down under the still mounds of time, The listener wasn't even aware what the battered soul wanted to hear,  until that beat was played after the ages by the merciful magician. for the one who once loved to read,  this amble was like getting a glimpse of the excerpt of the lone manuscript the one once cherished to decipher.  The words of which had turned murky and musty, If sand dust from it had not been swept by the  benign unforseen flurry , the loveliest part of the book would have gone lost in oblivion. Alas! The pointed thorns of apprehensions, doubt and uncertainty,  have been strewn in abun...