Giving Wings To Dreams

School, a temple of learning, is the most benign place, Where the Almighty resides blissfully In the innocent faces of the learners, Where dreams are woven, Where character is shaped, Where wings are bestowed with strength and skill To scale the unfathomable, unconquered skies. Where unity in diversity is preached, Where the only religion taught is equality, Where the sublimest values of charity, Peace, compassion, and empathy are taught. Where “all for one and one for all” Is the boldest principle; Where sacrifice and strife are considered worthy Only for righteousness And for the nation- the mother of all. Where neither “me” nor “mine” finds a place, Where there is no room For petty selfishness and personal goals, Where all divisive notions are shunned, And fanatics, who profess only difference, Are shown the door, Who know nothing but To sow the seeds of hatred. Where sycophants are shown the mirror, Sooner or later; For the torch of goodness May be dimmed for a while, But can never...

Hanging on the wall, a beautifully woven web in a hoop, with brightest feathers and lustrous pearls mockingly waving with the gentle touches of the breeze that makes it sway to and fro. Ah! It's a dream catcher, meant to protect from nightmares sneaking in stealthily in the middle of the night. Dangling there, it assures however stark the truth of life might be, visions will still be sugary sweet. How foolish it sounds  live your dreams, and that the visions seen with open eyes come true. Isn't it contradictory? Because while existence is often nightmarish, sound sleep embellishes your head with a precious, gem-studded crown. In slumber one can be queen or king, while in reality one is either a pauper or no better than a joker in a circus ring. What you see with open eyes around is mostly bleak and haunting, where you may beg to be heard, trying hard to make insensitive people step in your shoes. All ventures are totally futile. While the dream catcher assures, dragging you awa...