Giving Wings To Dreams

IN MEMORY OF MY BELOVED FATHER WHO LEFT US 23 YEARS BACK ON FEBRUARY 1, 2003 Life hadn’t come full circle, But you had to go. Go on a journey that has only one stop, And that stop was nothing but a full stop. No twists, no flips, No more turnabouts or roundabouts. The lethal wagon had no brakes, and its chauffeur was an expert, never missing the dead end. Once its wheels rattled, no other sound could be deciphered. Don’t you think you boarded that wagon a little early? You were needed by all, Because once you were gone, ascent suddenly transformed into a steep fall, For those who looked towards you whenever they faced a hue and cry. But perhaps the final hour of your life was beyond your power to postpone, Since it was predestined, and you had no choice but to be gone. I wish somehow you could know that The sun still shines bright in the sky, The moon still adorns the firmament every night. The wind blows, The rain falls, Crops grow and Seasons change. Everything moves incessantly. The...

“Leave me alone” is a phrase often flung From our untamed tongues. Age is no bar; At one stage or another, we all tend to crave being alone. But be mindful when wishing to be alone, For there lies a vast sea of difference between solitude and loneliness. On the surface, both may look similar, But a little deeper dive reveals the painful difference. Solitude is chosen, while loneliness is unwanted. Solitude is peaceful, while loneliness is painful. Solitude is fulfilling and energizing, While loneliness is empty and deeply draining. The first is rest for the soul and mind, While the second is distress for both. Solitude brings freedom, while loneliness breeds isolation. So, before you wish to be alone, have a crystal-clear vision. Wish for solitude, for you will feel calm, clear, creative, and connected to yourself. You will need none, even amid a crowd. Loneliness, however, can never be a choice, For it makes you feel orphaned and utterly alone, sometimes even in a crowd. Mark these wo...

Silence is serene. Silence is solace. In several ways, silence saves the savage soul. Silence is static, strong, like sky-kissing mountains circling a sleepy hill town. Silence is somber when it stems from sadness. Silence strives to sleep over sickening strategies. Silence confers the childlike sleep upon the soulful, while it steals the peace of the soulless. Silence smiles and silences all conjectures. For a few, silence is a sweet remedy; for others, silence is a malady. For some, silence is a question impossible to crack. For others, silence is the answer to every crux. For some, silence is a shield. For others, the sharpest knife, the searing scythe. Most times, aparently silence saves bonds. At times, it breaks them into forms unrecognizable. Silence wears the face of a silent sage, yet stands indisputed as  a symbol of untamed rage. Life screams. Death silences. silence is a voice in itself, raising walls too high for unwanted noise to climb. Silence is a misunderstood path...