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, robust dispeace..... 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 ! dancing,jumping,cheering all the way... i bade goodbye, to the days of hay.
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
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
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”
the only one till date is that big place
in my heart and into my soul.
reaching there is tough
and i am ready to be rough.