Giving Wings To Dreams

Task after task,  completed, pending , prospective , ignored, piled and postponed, Will you ever end? Work after work, staring, glaring, scaring, peeping and pointing, Will l  ever be able to keep you out of my sight and mind? Chores after chores, From sunrise to sunset , Summers to winters, quarterly to annually, Will l be ever able to decide and choose what should be next and what should be put to a permanent rest? Mission after mission, Work at home, Work at workplace,  Work before and after whatever one wants to do, Will it ever be possible to sidetrack you? Labour , toil, effort, exertion, duties, assignments and comissions all these are backbreaking synonyms of you. Sages have preached since ages, Change and movement is life's law. Whatever is stale and stagnant is sign of death and decay. Can you besiege if l dare to wish you enjoy a nap, take a siesta, keep your head down? Since, your snatching forty winks won't mean a dead end for me, And l will rob a little time...

Freely floating clouds, you are the true monarchs of the vast skies. Will you be my chariot ? Can you carry me to the northern heights? On a hill top, in a beautiful town solace of my soul resides. Different shades of you from gray to white make lovely patterns when they mingle with the azure of the vault of the heaven. I also pine for blending with the serenity that's a permanent resident of the balming north to create mosaic with the hues of chaste love and warmth, I also wish to script an arresting tale of tenderness,  but for my dream to see the light of the day , will you be my coupe? Unshackled, unbound and untethered as you are, Craving of parched lands you know how to quench, Scouring of muddy sphere you know how and when to handle, Will you carry me alongwith you to the direction pointed by the one and only  northern star? So, that l can feel alive before it's too late and breath in the land where there is no negative ardour to confine the virtuouness of the soul.

"Why don't you trust your wings? Why don't you fly high?" retorted the vast sky to the bird in cage. The cage was suddenly shaken. The bird in cage rushed to and fro in order to exhibit the trust on its wings, " The walls of my cage are too strong for me to break, In dreams only, flights in your vast expanse dear sky l can take". With teary eyes uttered the poor bird in cage. " That’s an excuse. You haven't tried with zeal and conviction. Little ants scale the mountains just by dint of their determination." The vast sky scoffed at the bird in cage. Though, terribly exhausted with the previous failed effort yet the bird began to flutter its wings with a renewed energy and vigour. But iron walls of its ill fated cage were too hard for it to break and conquer. All it could get was loss of consciousness. A little sudden shower from the vast sky brought it back to its senses. " I did try,  you have seen my dearest sky. But, now l feel l will di...

A phrase that's totally fake and meaningless  that one can get best of the two worlds, has caught my fancy. How's that plausible? How's that possible? If serenity, liberty and equality were feasible in one world why would anyone drift towards the other? If there is starvation, unquenchable thirst , deprivation and confinement   why would the other world that's free from all pessimism let its door open for the  queer inhabitant carrying the burden of negativity of that first world? If one world is life itself, other is absolutely lifeless. If one world is paradise, other is no doubt inferno. If one world is a heavenly orchard, other one is no doubt a desert where only cactus can grow. If one world Is a cherished blessing , the other one is a sureshot unavoidable curse. If the first one is zenith,  The second one is nadir. Between them there is no horizon, there is no  concrete bridge available to make it practical to be in the best of two worlds.  The...

Someone has rightly said that time flies with a blink of an eye. My elder born cleared IELTS with 8 bands and headed for a new destination, a new world where he was supposed to be both ship and anchor himself. He was going to hold reins of his life all by himself for the first time.His journey in itself is full of many surprises , shocks and obstacles or hurdles which l will take up later on. Today, l intend to talk about my cute younger child ; the young energetic teenager,  princess of our home my daughter. My daughter, who is in true sense spirit and essence of our home, would make every festival year on year enjoyable with her inexhaustible energy. She,   having hardly one and half years' difference from my eldest born, also passed her twelfth grade from humanities with ninety one percent marks. Since she was born, it was my dream that either she should get higher education from the Punjab University, Chandigarh or Saint Beads College,  Shimla. I wished her to do...

Demons of darkness traverse freely on the dark alleys of life , Fiends of depression also stealthily stroll fearlessly on those dark alleys of life, To drop and drown the inept spirits, To gulp and swallow the vitals of the weak and waning souls. But all isn't lost since in the distant there is the holy moon, To brighten and to bless, To lighten and to lead the battered souls, through the dark alleys of the life. Alas! No one can sense the pain that is borne by the solitary moon night after night, While it holds with delicate invisible flimsy fingers the perturbed souls and makes them greet the bright sunny days.  And  sulks back till the next night to be the hidden aid again, The process of illuminating the dark alleys of the life adds new scars on the bright smooth surface of the moon.  The Moon is of course, oblivious to the fact that if night has clouds or there is an eclipse, The soul gets shattered and prays for its dearest moon  And tries to spy through the ve...

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...

Once, the result of twelfth from medical stream was out and already seats in VIT Vallore campus, Thapar , Shiv Nadar and Amrita Vishwa University were left with a great risk lurking in near future for my first born. Since, my son had refused to go for NEET, l being an illumined and aware mom that's what l had felt at that time  had wished to save his year and was trying not to let any chance available at hand to slip and desired to grab a seat in one of the best Universities that offered Biotechnology as guided by one of Education Guru's, a very famous career counselor. The more l dived into the realm of engineering by trusting and depending entirely on the wisdom and free counseling offered by some of my dear ex- students , l realized that Biotechnology from lndia had nothing much to offer. So far it's the lowest paying field in our nation. The concensus was that ultimately after graduation my son would have no other option but to try his luck in overseas in the field of r...

My shadows,  my reflections,  my young vibrant children for me you  will always be my babies, my little ones. For me you are what rays are to Sun , Rain is to clouds, Fragrance is to flowers, Waves are to ocean , Music is for a singer, Faith is for a devotee, You are my truth, my existence, my confidence . You are the reason behind both my struggle and solace. Your first cry, your first smile, your first prattle, your first fall, your first walk,your first failure, your first strife ,your first success everything you did for the first time was witnessed first by your mom. In lieu,  on this mother's day your mom wants an assurance that if it will be in your hands you have to be there when it would be everything last for your mom, last smile, last talk, last breaths and last moments, Because then only l can bid adieu peacefully to all that is ephimerial or earthly.  And if by chance you won't be by my side then remember that your memories,  your thoughts, you...