Giving Wings To Dreams

My wait has ended, so have l. The season of spring for which since ages my soul had waited was very short.  Though, short and sweet, before leaving heavenly Spring had left inexhaustible joy for my poor never satiating heart. The heart that keeps waiting for the time agone. Yet, l know, My wait has ended, so have l. The autumn that is reigning is very prolonged and lasting, Leaves of hope in this harsh season are incapable to grow. Rays of optimism during this drab season are unable to pierce the clouds of dense sorrow.  Alas! indicating in one more way that my wait has ended, so have l. Strength saturated vitals don't wish to move. Dust of inaction they don't want to shake. Darkness in the eyes is darker than the darkest clouds. The most cherished and dearest desire has started to flee, stealing and robbing all my heart's glee, proving one more time that my wait has ended, so have l .

Sessions on sessions Start and end. Classes after classes come and go.  The young,  vibrant visages of the students glow. Beginnings are stress free.  Alas! That joy isn't there to stay forever.  Tests after tests, units after units, Periodics after periodics, Mid Term to Pre- Board, Pre- Board to Final, life of students have so many gears. From Kindergarten to Primary, Primary to Middle,  Middle to Higher, Higher to Higher Secondary,  passing classes after classes, a child has to grow. Challenges are thrown  which are sometimes easily , Sometimes with a little effort are met. Pressure is put and Pressure is handled.  Ultimately the small shoe size converts to the standard size. Out of school premises soon the child realizes, that from the pond he has taken a leap into a river, The river of a back breaking competition. The tougher is the examination at this juncture, Since , the toughest is yet to be savoured. Years after years skills are gained, ...

Eyes that used to wake and sleep for me, eyes that used to smile and weep with me, eyes that used to wait for me, eyes that used to brighten up to greet me have turned away. Eyes that showered unadulterated care on me, eyes that promised unfathomable love for me, eyes that gave assurance of unlimited support, have turned away. If at all for a moment those eyes turn for an instant towards me, what all do l trace? Skepticism,  criticism,  denunciation and disapproval. Do l really deserve this is a question that troubles , that haunts me day and night? A little introspection is ample to show me the mirror, Those eyes abhor weakness, indecisiveness and fickle-mindedness,  those eyes mostly hid the moisture that reoccurs in them to visualize every new wound on my soul. Those eyes are waiting for me to do something concrete,  to be the scribe of my own destiny. Those eyes fear l might disappoint them time and again. Wisdom full eyes have started to question if ever my iner...