Dreams…

With the vast sea clearly dancing with the sky and, the wind with my white color cotton shirt, I wonder. Wonder as my sugar-less coffee fills me. As the clouds fill the domes of heaven. As dreams fill our nights.

Dreams…

Do you have any?

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Silence’s scream.

My skin’s more blue than white. Eyes reflecting those of a resident of hell. Out of fear. Out of pain. Of those sleepless nights. Those nights whose silence echoed with my screams. Those nights which were nightmares alive. Nights whose daylight never knocked ever again. Why is it that I am killed every day? My happiness choked? I was told my life would change forever. It did. But, to be changed into the life where dreams come true, not where nightmares haunt even when the Sun was out. Why is it that even my likes inflict pain on me? Why is it that my acceptance isn’t valued till it’s packaged in gold? Why is it that all my breaths are punished with agony? Why is it that my worth is less than none? Why is it that my smile never touches my eyes? Why is it that every beat of my heart bursts with trauma and terror? Why is it that my tears are dried up when my eyes still scream? Why is that all the makeup in the world can’t hide my torture? Why is it so hard for you to think of me as a human, as equal? Why is it that this relation is of love just for the namesake? Why is that you promised me brightness when all you wanted to do was drown me in darkness? Why…

The Forever Welcome.

You stood by the door. Perhaps nervous. But reflected nothing but confidence. You were new. In the school. In our lives. You smiled wide. Dazzled us with your caring eyes. You smiled. At our naivety. At our naughty innocence. You smiled. At the beckoning bonding. For a year? Or perhaps, forever? Playing back the days of your baby steps. Your years of previous attachments. Your farewell. You stepped into a world so known yet unknown. But you embraced us. Like we were yours. From forever.  Till forever.

Months have gone by. Priceless moments’ been cherished. Laughed at. Enjoyed. Those shrewd secrets. Those everyday silent parties. Those chit chats. All treasured. To be laughed at again. Till the sun bids adieu. Till the stars stop to sparkle. Till all love is lost. You came in new. But you came to stay forever. Trapped forever. In limitless time. Welcome to our family. To our lives. Welcome to our hearts…

The Canvas.

The sky lay out like an untouched ocean with clouds floating like lotuses of a moonlit pond. He craned his neck to see the Sun dive into the heaven’s oceans; diving into unknown depths; to rise from another ocean. There were some teasers here and there, like the pathway of an invisible diver, shining a torch with yellow light onto the cotton candy above him. He was reminded of the cotton candy delights he’d savor while the grass tickled his crossed legs and the sun glittered his back with diamonds in the July fairs.

But wait, there’s more!

Connected.

Love. Dreams. Hope. Failure. Adventure. Expectations. Reality.

Just the usual life and all that jazz.

I believe everyone experiences life as it goes. It’s an experience on the go. A mystery. An adventure. It’s about expecting the unexpected,  hoping for the best, embracing the falls and getting up. It’s about living it to the fullest; to the best.

But what’s best according to you?

You know, I think we’re all a symphony of our experiences. But, I also think we shape our experiences. And that it talks alot about us. About outlooks. About dreams. About the falls. But, do you know the best part about it? It’s also about getting up again. About living life in the best way possible; be it in the best of times or worst. It’s about doing the best in this one ultimate sojourn.

It’s about connecting. With us. With life.

So why not connect on grounds of hopes? Of dreams? On the grounds of bests?  Heart to heart. Life to life.

The Corner In Our Circle of Life.

 The horizon had burst into an infinity today. An infinity of infinites. Infinite shades. Infinite emotions. He tried ignoring the waves tickling his feet and looked at the horizon; drowning the already sinking Sun in his crystalline blue eyes that looked like the burning skies. Or perhaps his burning heart. His heart…Breathing in a deep whiff of salts, his eyes reflecting darkness, he placed his right palm over his heart, feeling. Feeling his heart dance to the rhythm of the breeze. And the cold metal of his watch that filled him with warmth and shudders altogether. 

The Battle.

The waves kissed my feet. The sun’s youth painted my face red. Those sandy feet, those sand castles, somehow I could find their laughter afloat the sea, hear them splash water as the waves slashed the rocks ashore, feel the redness of their faces as the sun yawned and spilled the world with light. My dark world with light. Shedding light on that shelf of memories. It’s almost as though I could hear him call out, “Dad! Would you look at all these shells I collected?” or how he’d start building another sand castle as one got drowned by the enemy, by the Sea. How he’d race with me across the shores, get his tiny feet all sandy, his bright face ablaze, that twinkle in his eyes. That look of extreme happiness. Just one visit and they all come gushing back to me. Like how waves keep coming back to the shores. Like how you’d always find the sun smiling back at you every morning. All in one flash. Making me feel memory’s warmth as the cold wind brushed my face.

“Dad?”

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Where the Dreams are Astray.

Its darkness engulfs me into a world of nightmares while the light of its lamps leads me to dreams. Its silence makes me ponder while its ticks leave me uncertain. As I watch its pride mesmerized, I go back in time, lost in thoughts. Lost in doubts. The full moon night, silent and strong, brings together my joys and my fears. Paints a canvas with hopes and doubts. In this lone and silent night, I am left with nothing but my various selves, stars to dream far and the moon to think big. To await. A brighter future. A future filled with colours from the pallet of dawn and twilight itself. A future where your dreams are picked from the dark starry nights to come alive.

The Glass House.

She walked into the metro, exhausted after those eight hours of intense mind labor. Her legs were being butchered by her heels of 3 and, her bag seemed to drag her shoulders down 100 kg, when all it had was her house keys, iPad , earphones, purse and the usual; all in the name of the appropriate  office look. Just another half an hour more and she’d be in her PJs, crawled up like a cat on the sofa sipping away her kadhak adhrakh wali chai. Just the mere thought of it sent a soothing  sensation down her spine leaving her with goosebumps of a sweet dream. But it was interrupted with the heavy push of the man standing in-front of her.

“Sorry.”

Peak hours. Just another 20 minutes.

Another push.

She stepped back slightly.

Another 10 more minutes.

Another push. A touch inappropriate. Her shock was dripping with disgust at this man’s audacity as she confronted him. Only to get the foul  taste of his shamelessness as he argued upon his innocence. 

Peeved as she saw a few craning necks, she was about to say something more when she felt someone’s hand clasp her shoulders lightly.

“Leave it. There’s no point of it. We’ve almost reached our stop.”

And the doors opened.

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Go on. Do you think could face the reality? Perhaps even your reality? ‘Cause that was just a glimpse.

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