The Lunar Magic. . .

The voice the sweet voice around me tempts me to end this . . . they seduce me to an interlude world of peace... They hold my hands steadfast.... like the temperance, like the mirage they show me everything I ever needs and like the mirage they disappear before my eyes.... I wake up from the majestic world of sweet lies. . . A cold harsh wind blew through my soul and chills me to the core.... The red bright round huge moon, O so real... they throw light over my world.... I see them all but they look mesmerizing.... Their profoundness lulls me.... Those trees are no more lifeless. . . They are just enchanted by the beauty of the lunar.... Nothing moves around and then slowly a soft breeze drifts around me... I'm lulled.... I am lost....I'm melting off.... My soul is at peace.... and there is no more me anymore... I am a part of this nature... this moon, these trees...these grasses... I'm yet another piece of those million of pieces of puzzle. ...

Yesterday I had a dream….

Yesterday I had a dream….

I was walking along a street immersed in my own world of thoughts….

But someone caught my eye….

A nomad sitting on the footpath….

He was smiling…. Smiling as if he knows some secret….

Curiosity got the better of me….

I approached him and asked why he’s smiling…..

He didn’t respond….

I asked again…. still no response…

I began to walk away and then he asked, “Why should I answer you…?

Why should I care about anything you people say about me and about life and its success…..?

Did they know anything about life….?

I smiled because when I watch them I saw their expression as if I am all lost…..

But actually who is more lost….?

I eat when I want to eat, sleep when I want to, and do whatever I want to whenever I want to…

What about them….

Lost in the race to some invisible finish point…..

They don’t know what they are missing….

Making money for a better future but hunger for more make them toil more….

So when will this better future come….?

They are ready to lose food, sleep, health or anything for a better pay….

But they don’t have time for their loved ones which is the only actual thing that matters in this life…

Now say, who is more lost….?”

I tried to answer him….. But I can’t….

Even after I woke up I am trying to answer his questions…. But still I can’t….

  

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Pinpoints

Pinpoints of light,

Twinkling  before my eyes.

Teasing my vision,

Playing with my senses.

The urge to pull out my hand

And pull it into me..

Like all those tiny pearls.

Lighting the path of my soul..

The darkness of my mind,

Darker than the nights...

Tempted too much, i gave into

But, oh too late, all my illusion!!

Always beyond my reach,

Just like the stars!

Memories Of A Dream

Last night I was disturbed... It took me long to fall into the obligation of sleep. I knew this for sure because I was staring at the bright clock in the dark room. It was well before 1 AM. I knew something was bothering me but i couldn't see what it was. I concentrated on my inner voice, but i dint hear anything... I turned around the bed wishing for the peace of sleep to find me... And finally I took my mobile, plugged the ear phone and set to hear some melodies....


The next thing I knew was the sound of my mom calling me, 'Wake up. wake up'. the fear in her voice or the coldness of her awoke the usually lazy me in an instant. I looked into her face. In the bright light of the florescent lamp, I saw the tears flowing down her eyes. I felt an odd kind of pain seizing my soul... After a moment I found my voice and asked her, 'Mama what happened?'  Her answer was more tears that squeezed my heart more. 'Mama, tell me what happened?' I shook  her. And in her tears all she managed was a single word, 'DAD......'.For a moment I was stuck in place. I felt the blood leaving my face and the coldness wrapping around me....


I ran to my dad's room.... Did I hit the sofa? I don't remember....All i  remember is the cold, pale, lifeless body of my dad lying on the bed.... I heard someone howling, and realized it was my own voice... Suddenly the force to balance gravity was no more in me..... I dint feel myself slipping down... I didn't feel the tears falling down.... I dint feel the coldness of the floor below me....I dint hear the sounds escaping me. I don't know how much time I sat like that... I wasn't aware of anything other than the fact that my dad is no more. The foundation on which I build my world is no more there... I felt like being crushed... I felt like being teared apart... The person I loved and respected more in the world is no more there.... I couldn't imagine my world anymore.... It doesn't exist....I don't exist... I felt my vision getting blurred...


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I woke up with a rush.. For a minute, I dint know what was happening. I shook my head thrice before I cleared my vision. my eyes were staring at my book self. I turned around but found nothing unusual. I checked the time and it was 7 in the morning.


I realized I was just dreaming... I couldn't stop the sigh that left me. I got out of bed and ran to the living area where my dad sat reading the morning news paper. For a minute I couldn't stop the single drop of tear that slipped from my eyes.... I don't remember how long I  stood there looking at him before he saw me and asked me ' Oh, what happened? You woke up early today'. 


I just smiled at him and went to sit with him........