This one's for myself !

If i m composed of parts, a share belonging to family, a toast raised to peers, a portion soaked in love, some straight nerves devoted to duty , some human senses oozing compassion and charity , a subservient fear that tacitly agrees to irrational society, let me save n have a tiny little corner to myself, my space, my share, my part that i live for myself, where i' m just myself, and can be more of myself, without any fear, without any obligation, without any inhibitions, without any guilt, 

where i can seek my god, my soul, myself, my bliss, divinity, and heaven, only this one part i beg, and swear by it where i can be with my soul, live whichever the way i want, smell the air, breathe life, taste freedom, and touch the contours of liberty.....

if its nostalgia let it be, if its ecstasy let it be, for whatever it is, its precious to me, so let me raise a toast to this one  part of mine that lets me be what I'm and not what others want me to be!!

Pile of Dreams or a Heap of Ashes!

Those words still echoed in my head...."sapan desh se aya bulawa.....ek sapne ka pata bataya"!!.....what those amateur theater artists at the college fest actually meant to convey was not much of my inquisition.....but i was besotted by the sheer blatancy of those lines.....this integral part of existence,of being!...to be able to realize and know what it is to dream....some broken, bequeathed, some partially fulfilled, some haunting, some nurturing, and some estranged, abandoned dreams...the sheer ecstasy of living and re-living it...every day taking out, carrying it along..and then safely keeping it in heart..and saying goodbye....nurturing it, pampering it...so what if the funeral is complete...the ashes are immersed and pieces adore the earth....can we let go of that one desire, to be born again and die at the same time, to be loved and damned in one breath, to let go of that one dream even if the brutal mirror of reality digs in more painfully every time and the mirage fades away further, and further to reveal the naked ugly truth.....

Freedom above everything else....

It's like a cup of morning coffee....freshly brewed  to cheer up d senses.... it's like waking up...and filing the lungs with fresh air....starting a new day everyday with fresh hopes with strings of adventures lined up.... prelude into a new world and imagination at its playful best...transcending the horizon of sublime material world and a tryst with the life as you chose freedom above everything else!....your sojourn into the unknown when you dont care about the destination and destiny anymore...meeting new souls, discovering mysterious ways of life and life itself,..if you live this way you'll surely live and be loved as well such that you'll have no repercussions, no boundaries and no second thoughts!....No wonder you'll be damned but the punishment of a lifetime will seem a trivial affair once you do the daring to follow your heart....and no sooner you'll find yourself in the lap of nature...on the farthest mountain peak that you could imagine, into the deepest ocean ,on the most exotic desert, an entirely new planet and will never be alone....your dreams will be your constant companion....