i have a fancy to fly
fly to a unknown place..
i am new to everyone
everyone is fresh to me..
where answer to questions
are questions itself..
angelic smiles,fair hearts
hearts of gold,free of forge..
i have a fancy to read
read anything coming along..
minds and thoughts of people
people carrying deep cores..
lingo unusual,gesture original
original wave indicating actual..
real curves of their faces
faces unblended and pure..
i have a fancy to gaze,at the sky
sky full of clouds,blue clouds..
uncovering the hidden droplets
droplets camouflaged with blues..
gazing,staring till i find
find those answers,haunted by..
time does not become a facet
facet to stop my gazing eyes…
FAILURES FAILURES EVERYWHERE...
LOOSER ME,SURROUNDED BY DESPAIR !
FAILURES HAVE BECOME
MY MOMENTARY MATE,AND
THEY GUIDE ME ON THE ROADS
TO MY SOULMATE ....
THEY MADE ME WRONG,
STILL TURNED ME STRONG...
THEY GIFTED ME TOLERANCE
DECORATED WITH PERSISTENCE...
SOME FAILURES DROVE-OUT
BUNDLE OF ILLUSIONS,
AND I GOT RID OF
MANY SUCH DELUSIONS.....
PROCLAIMED AS LOOSER
TREATED AS A GARBAGE...I SAID..
YES I AM A LOOSER
SO WHAT ?
YES I STILL WON'T GIVE UP
SURELY,SUCCESS IS NOT TIME BOUND,AND
I AM NOT LIKE EVERYONE AROUND...
MANY LIVE WITH DEAD DREAMS
I WONT LIVE LIKE THEM
MY DREAM IS MY SOUL,
MY SOUL IS MY HEART..
IF THE DREAM IS KILLED,
I WILL BE LEFT WITH A DEAD HEART...
I AM NOT YOU,
YOU ARE NOT ME..
MY WAYS MAY BE ODD TO YOU
YOUR WAYS MAY BE ODD TO ME...
THE PACE OF MY WHEEL
IS A SLOW AND CALM BREEZE...
THE PACE OF YOUR WHEEL
HAS A LIGHTENING SPEED...
I HAVE NURTURED THE DREAM
AS A CHILD OF MINE,AND
TO BRING IT UP,I KNOW,
IT WILL TAKE TIME...
THE REASON OF ALL THIS
IS TO GAIN A PEACEFUL SLEEP,
AS THE NOTORIOUS DREAM
DRIVES MY THOUGHTS DEEP...
NO LOCK IS MADE WITHOUT KEY
EVERY ROAD HAS A END..
I BELIEVE,I WILL REACH THERE,
ONLY IF I DO NOT BEND.
Why have i started feeling,divorced from the sphere?
why cannot i accept the happenings around me?
why is the world the way it is?
these questions often,
blow away my sleep,and
i am always left in,
they find my destination,
different from them,
and are always amazed,
by my tandem....
eye after eye,
staring at me
finger after finger
pointing at me...
i end up becoming,
the ghost in their dreams,
my thought in their mind,
is flowing like streams....
the fodder of my tussle
is often cooked,
the efforts and attempts
are always overlooked....
i want to vacate their mind,
i want to wrap myself in ignorance,
i want to hide my dream,
i just want to disappear !
i conspired with the clouds,
to cover the whole of mine,
and endow the shower,if
the eyes find my sign....
as and when,
the eye gets dry
i want the clouds
to again cry....
slowly and calmly will i
depart from their minds,
and i wish never,
to come back and rewind...
the search of my cloud
came to halt,
as i packed my dream
around the brick wall...
the wall i built was full of eyes
blind eyes !
eyes in disdain !
i turned blind eye for every eye.
the miracle i found was
"ignorance is bliss"
though not always,but
sometimes it is !
all the way...
i bade goodbye,
to the days of hay.
He is the one who sowed the seed
over-looking the distress of the weed...
knowing the ordinary character of mine
he always tried to become my spine....
the one who lives on his own condition,he said
is the one who can stand-by any situation...
the trust in him was strong as ray,and
i surrendered myself all the way....
day after day i was watered and build,and
soon i found myself,cornered from the guild...
the dream which he has ,dreamt for me
was like surviving the wrath of stormy sea...
i was told about the burnt of this vain,but
till then, i had decided to take the pain...
he realised he had planted the toughest tree
who will fight until it loose all its green...
i do not take pride in the green leaves,but
in the strength of the baldness,he believes.....
fighting,loosing and getting drained by the stack,but
never ever did he, call me back....
he kept on seeing me growing and gaining
but never did he utter a word in praising...
i started enjoying the locks and shocks
as he taught me to sleep on the bed of rocks...
the big dream belonged to him as a whole
and he gifted me a part of his soul...
so a part of him, aimed for my dream,and
his another part,was injected in my bloodstream...
so often do i point to his greying hair
and his answer-
"I WILL BE 18 TILL I DIE"...drives my flair...
the provider of these wings in all weather
is none other than my heroic FATHER....
The time was new and so was i
blooming and overjoyed,i wanted to fly...
strange and unknon was the new locale
i stared and gazed at every single bizzare....
this was the place from where the roads start
and it very looked like a board of dart...
destinations set are always heavenly
but the joy rests in making the journey lovely....
my thousand mile journey began with this step
as i decided to smile at every single mess....
i started bridging gaps and moved across infantile
and now the jouney became the reason of my smile....
It was not defined rather weedy
it was not refined rather inept…..
as i crossed the offspring of my life
the obscured feeling started getting pride…..
i ended up making castles in the air,and
the day dreaming saw its height….
slowly and gently,it sprouted to the verge,and
the weedy thought became my urge…..
it captured my soul,my spirit,my mind and
now it ended becoming my life….
i knew my dream will not get its height
if the struggle does not go side by side….
blamed for ditching the routine of the crowd
i just wanted to be the rainbow of someones’ cloud…..
stony,stormy,rude,rustic and crude
was how the road looked
splendid,dazzling,pleasing,grand and angelic
was how the pinnacles unveiled.
I Surpassed the storm and
cleared away the stones,
I Swallowd the rudeness and
smoothened the crudeness.
So promptly did my soul desired for the peak
that the eagle eye of mine passed over the bleak…..
In every single dream of mine
was the peak calling me to the cloud nine…..
Crushed to the core and
bruised till end
the spark of my only dream
started disappearing it seemed……
I asked the lord….was he so ruthless?
I waited,i stayed,i hoped
I sustained the tyranny
And the the voice within ,one day…reeled off ……
“I am so near and giving up is never dear”
The only dream of mine called for
“one more chance”
This one is not just one
it holds within all those ones
which makes the staircase for
“THAT ONLY ONE”
sometimes i feel bounded,
sometimes there is no propulsion,and
sometimes i feel compulsion.
The mania of this place,inflame the zest in me
The series of thoughts about not getting there
curdle the blood of my only dream.
i have made mistakes,full of missteps
loaded with delusion,and
bundled with illusion.
But i still believe
i can upturn again,and
step up on the roads leading to “THE ONLY ONE”