U, ME and ……………….DREAMS

Dreams unlimited are very hard to fulfill. Yet, U and ME tried our best to make whole things look easy. Our dreams look alike, fact lie on the same ground and have quite similar surroundings at present.
Ongoing buzzing conversation of couples, children playing around in full fun, grannies tanning their bodies in November sun and foreigners enjoying the well carved beauty of age old Rana structure welcomed U and ME, just when WE enter the premises. Turbulence inside my head was not in my face, I guess, and if something was there, I, at my best, tried to hide. Peaceful environment, carvings in the wall, rectangular lawns, natural green grass waiting to be walked, soft dripping sound of water, old cold side of the garden and hot, hot discussion between U and ME was making everything a perfect ……….. Dreams.
I watched U, and watched U and watched U again. Light blue, dark black and fresh white combination was luring and everything was so soothing. Wish that would never end and wish that will come again. My mind was numb and surely thinking so many things at same point of time. Wanted to be very polite but compelled by the nature, has to confess many things. Though they are the sweet confession and I am becoming proud that U made me confess. I regard U as a true genius and surely the simplicity and the straightforwardness are icing on the cake of UR personality. I liked UR working spirit and have split out the dissatisfaction I have in my mind.
I don’t know what U were thinking. Could not get any hint. Everything talked and shared was like a usual conversation. It was like we have been sharing things. Could the sharing be up to the formation of dreams? I wonder.
Thanks for the day and hope to have so many of them. : )

अलि अलि ............

Emotions are running and ripping me from inside. This has to be the way my life has been scheduled by the boss up above in the sky. If got a chance, surely there are many questions to be asked to that super body. Seems everything is lost. Weather changes and the feet out of the bed in early morning fog started to bite me. Frost in the ground is challenging not to go to him for early walk. People started to look heavy and the glass of hot tea is becoming favourite to all. Alas winter is here but the coldness in my heart is as there as ever. When am I gonna be the same me which I used to be? I miss me, really. Lights are not enough for me as I see black everywhere. Could not see the openings anywhere, rivers are running slowly, time is moving fast and certainly I am becoming dead slowly.
Slow is the wind and dim is the sunlight. Loneliness is becoming my dear friend and miss it whenever there are people. Aim, goals, objectives, achievement, ambition, life are the distant and rhetoric words for me. They don’t have meanings anymore and are mere words with arrangements of syllables. I wish to complete this span of life as quickly as possible. Quick timings will lead me to a new life with new beginnings and surely I will be ready for that life when there will be no mistakes to start with. That will be right and best life. Hoping my life to be kick-started real soon.
These words are quite near to me now a days and the meaning it portrays touches my heart. They surely have different meanings to various people but the way I listen to that may be the reason I like this so much.

कुछ कम् रोशन है रोशनी

कुछ कम् गिली है बारीसे

कुछ कम् लेहराती है हवा

कुछ कम् है दिल मे ख्वाइसे

Compulsive Inspiration

Do you know how compulsive situations are some time? The compulsion to write a blog post was disturbing me for quite some time. I know this is not an emergency and I again know that there is no one to read these posts. Still the feeling haunts me and disturbed me in my regular activities. It becomes very important to me as I visualize it as my weakness. My urge to win the odds suffered me much this was a sequel to that. But I really lack required words and sometimes and numb in my mind could not let me write anything. Right words are not coming in my mind and everything I wrote is the different arrangement of the same old small bags full of same old words. The word game is making me lose my destiny. I don’t want to be defeated at any cost. This compulsion would have killed me but a lifeline was found.

It was that unknown inspiration I was obsessed of. It is unknown to me yet I am so closed to it. That is very far and not related to me but I found similar feelings in there. The words and situation portray there makes me feel myself. I compared myself with that and each moment I spend, it energizes me. Don't know why it inspires me but the credit to create a blog and write in here came from that. Thank you so much to make me win against my odds again. Thanks very much for re-inspiring me and I hope I will have new and fresh start real soon.

I am pretty sure that it will be right in-front of me whenever I am feeling lonely.