Giving Wings To Dreams

Inertia, siesta, sleep or slumber Regardless of how you might be addressed, May I ask humbly—what’s the motive or purpose of you? You mostly befall when you aren't needed. Your arrival is tempestuous and causes havoc, Especially when the soul is in communion with its one and only mate, Who is brighter than the Pole Star And as stubborn as the Northern Star, Which can't wait For the soul to wake up. Aren’t your forty winks supposed to delay When the poor soul wishes to walk on heart's ecstatic way? But the soul isn't strong—it can't help being lost in your Morpheus arms. Acknowledgement to the fact that you are the biggest bliss, That's auto-generated in childhood and youth alike. And you are considered no less than a blessing For the tired beings struggling in middle age to run the 24/7 mill. Whereas for the old and senile, you are a far-fetched, long-lost dream, Who have to often drug themselves to be on your cherished lap. To some, you are r...

Authority doesn't mean barging into someone's personal workspace, Showing airs, carrying a stern face. Authority doesn't give liberty to anyone to be rude at daybreak, Forgetting all manners of wishing and greeting, Yet still expecting others to smile and bow before you. Don't deem it essential that everyone will obey the rule of harshness. Let others have their way. While you may be a believer and worshipper of strict ways, Others might know how to work in a friendly and sweet way— Especially while dealing with tender hearts who might at times go astray, And may have weird ways, They may also have adamant sways, But to someone, they are the most precious assets and jewels. Once in a while, a few flaws can be overlooked, Once in a while, a dish of guiding discourse for them without chilli can be cooked. Authority must have humility, Politeness and equality. If you are out to reform and reset, the focus shouldn't be a sole niche or a corner. Let your light spread far...

Someone had rightly said that life is a journey. Through different stages of life, one has to traverse—and mostly, it is a journey where one has to be all by himself or herself. Metaphorically correct. Now let's talk about it literally. Traveling, like most of us love, I also adore. During the 47 years of my life, I have traveled mostly from Haryana—the state known for the White Revolution—to Himachal, the state where Gods reside. It's not that I have commuted between these two states only. I am fortunate enough to have visited at least half of the states of our beautiful nation, India. But mostly, it was a journey by road. A couple of times, it was by train as well, but the number of train journeys that I have undertaken so far can easily be counted—around a dozen or so. And every time, there was a memorable experience. But today, it's not the journey by road or train that I intend to mention. It is the journey by air, which was once considered royal and very dignified....

Every beginning sees an end. Every day, year or season ends. Every meeting, session or festivity ends. Be it pain, misery or happiness that also ends. Childhood, youth or old age also meets its end. Life itself that once joyously blooms sadly at its appointed hour ends. End is for sure certain.  Still end is what scares, End is what is never welcomed. Beginnings are while cherished. End for some reasons is never glorified. Especially when end isn't all of a sudden. And, forces of nature have no hidden hand to play the button of end or decay. Rather end is more because of constant ignorance to the red flags. The red flags taken lightly, because of holding on too long on false vows and promises so tightly. When one fails to realize that one's voice has for others become a noise. When one's absence goes unheeded and presence becomes cumbersome.  When one no longer stands out of the crowd, But is treated just as an unnoticed part of that very crowd.  When the one's sweet wo...