Blog of a Forbidden Dreamer

From tender years, toddler to teenage The world beckons the young as inexperienced babes, May a few dozen years pass Let age win over all our past And yet the world finds the youth Naïve, young bohemian uncouth!             Brains yet blooming from tiny buds, And hearts yet to learn beats and thuds May the physique shape up or education tone one To prove to us your maturity is to marry someone.             If so, can we marry a body suitable to sleep with? Oh! Yes that’s easy, the family will tally height, weight and width.             But can we marry a soul of our choice?             Ah, what joke! Beat your love to fall for the person your family poise.             But can’t we ...

Fear is innate to all humans. Wait!! Innate?? sure??? Because its not. Surprised?? Oh well you have to be. The truth is a small child is not afraid of anything or anyone until and unless you explain the possible dangers to the child. This means that no fear is innate or hereditary or whatever reasons you could possibly think of. Knowledge is the sole base of fear. You were never afraid of the bright and beautiful dancing flames of fire until you got burnt.You were never afraid of the sparkling foams of the ocean until you knew it was deadly deep and that there were sharks. It is always the knowledge of possible dangers or pain that causes fear. The basic fear in every human is the fear of death which is an ultimate reality and unavoidable end.This knowledge of death spoils the fun of the entire stretch of life. If we never have the knowledge of what bad could possibly come out of a thing... hopefully we would never be afraid.. People have always sought for antidote for fear.. and ...

For years under the sepal shields We are sweetened and nurtured for the world to see From all the kisses of seasons and winds We bloom for the forces to ravage us free Born alone and destined to die alone We spend our life recklessly and bemoan! 

How dreadful is to be the red rose, Plucked out of life as a gift of Love... It weathers away in a day or two, A reminder of time left, just few...

“Why…?” .  Honestly this is the most challenging question I have ever faced in my life! It’s a very frequently asked ‘difficult to answer to’ question and it comes from everyone you meet!! I have often faltered to answer this simple and single syllable. Perhaps it’s because it was difficult for me to frame a reasonable answer that would be congruent and comprehensible by the society. Or else I’ll certainly be tagged insane or arrogant. Wow! How wonderful would that be!  It’s never difficult to spin a yarn but it certainly is difficult to tell the society that I have only followed my heart and that I  don’t have an explanation… it would have been so much better if they believed the truth. But instead I always have to press my poor brain to work out the reason and if not like always make up a reason for something my heart is solely responsible for... Seriously, I have never won the gamble of reasoning with my heart. I mean I really don’t know why I love the nigh...

Climbers are in search of virgin/ unconquerable peaks and divers in search of reachable depths. But they often forget to close their eyes and pry inside themselves where the purest heights and deepest depths persists with even their valleys and surface still left undisturbed...

If you are capable enough to get into trouble you are well capable of getting out of it too. It is just like climbing a tree. If you have taken the chance to climb up, you definitely can climb down too. But what makes you think you cannot climb down is the lack of faith in your grip and the fear of pain if you fall down. But think again, if you are not too high you can always jump down without hurting yourself. This is the easy way, but then again you will have to "let go" to "get down". Even if the immensity of the trouble worries you,know that it was some decision or action you took that got you in there. So, again no one else but only you can save yourself from what you have done to yourself. If you are on a tree and can't get down, others can only advice you or bring you a ladder. You are the one to take the effort either to climb down the ladder or the tree. Else you can jump down with options of getting hurt. To people who decide to stay... Well, wh...

Life is always submerged in darkness like the rest of the Universe. A powerful source like the Sun brightens it up. Similarly even among people darkness persists and to vile it away enlightened minds turn up. To be one of those enlightened soul is the secret desire of every mind. The path of spirituality is one method of attaining enlightenment. Yet again it is not an easy task. To lighten up the Entire Solar System Sun has to endure unimaginable torture of heat and melt at the core during the process. We can accept the fact that man has risen up to all circumstances to overcome darkness through artificial means; take light bulb as an example. But the principle that works with man is the same with the light bulb too. For the bulb to give light, the filament (soul) has to endure the high voltage of electricity and become red hot converting the resistance its material presents finally coming aglow to lighten up our world. Let this be the path our souls follow too to come aglow. Converti...

When I was a little girl I used to be afraid of darkness, light was my world of wonders... But as I grew light became my worst fear.. You might think why.. Because light helps me see.. Sight? why do I hate light because of my sight?? Light revealed the constant eyes staring at me, strong hands reaching to grasp at me, dangerous smiles, people in beguiles and darkness hides it all away.. I don't see in the darkness and people don't see me , I feel safe. Light makes me visible as well as them... When night descents it wraps me in the safety of darkness one which I felt only in my mother's womb. I remember that even I enclose within me that safe chamber of darkness.. The next day again as light tears through the darkness revealing me, that safe chamber of darkness becomes my sole weakness which again signals the eyes, the hands and the smiles my way... But then again I comfort myself that one day a new soul will feel safe again in my chamber of darkness preparing for the world...

Love is a term familiar to all… But what really means to be love is still pondered on! Why do people who know love fail to define love?? It’s a mere fact that Love is a feeling, an emotion that is hard to reciprocate in words… But if we really know what love is what makes a difference when the word ‘True’ precedes it!! For me love has always been beyond form… Love has such immense power to break away mundane ties… Love is never about losing something but gaining more than what you expect… As far as I have understood love has been that sublime feeling of care and safety that we get from our dear ones as well as the same we give… But above all love can only be that care and safety that can help us evolve.. This is the truth...  Evolution have always been the secret of every life form on Earth and this is exactly what love does.. It helps us evolve spiritually… But this doesn't  mean that when your beloved clad you in saffron and sandal coloured beads and helps you med...

We believe that it is people who shape dreams. But it is just a mere misunderstanding as it is dreams that always shape people. Dreaming at different scales from possible to impossible and from past to present , recreating a situation to subverting another and dreaming a perfect future out of memories, dreams of money, wedding, children, places, wishes, the list just expands out into infinity. Dreams may actually become real or else come close to real but mostly dreams remains dreams as such and this is when we say we have shattered dreams!!! How thoughtless of us if we believe that a shattered dream means end of life. Each dream like a piece of a crystal artwork shimmers in our mind's eye giving out brilliant rays of light as we polish and re-polish it. But the moment it breaks we often remain indifferent to what have become of the shattered pieces... They simply remain broken but each fragment gains its own shine. Yes, the dream shines not as a single whole but as differen...

Death is so much safer than life!! For others make each minute hateful and compel us to hate life so that we will yearn for death which will take us far from this lustful, jealous, envious, criminal world. After all living in a place of walls with burning sulfur and hanging upside down above a volcano often seems less scary and much acceptable than living with man and his deeds. Life seems to be a training that we accept and love death for our souls must have complained to God they haven't lived on Earth while reclining in the peace and safety of heaven and finally got bored ;)

Survival is not living through a war but the hopes and dreams of starting a new sorrow- free life after the war...Yes, Survival is not conquering the situation you are in but dreaming or hoping for something that is really worth the troubles you are going through in the present.The more colorful your dreams and hopes are, you become the most fittest who has the ability to survive.It is not about what you have but HOPES and DREAMS of what you will or can have.. ..

If life feels not worth living for Why opt for ourselves the death door? Death is never an option, but the ultimate end Destiny plays a queer game of life, the secret is to defend... It takes its turns one by one and leaves us helpless unarmed, The success is when we stand and defend and keep ourselves unharmed. Each move it makes blurs us in mist of fear, But look through and you will find no fire beyond the smoke barrier... It pretends to play a strong predator, But in real it is the prey and we the terminator... Yet no chance, destiny depends on us, To find our path ans fulfill our quest. Hidden at the end of each path awaits us A reward picked by God for the one who wins... To win is to live till the end, there is no other player, Just that our destiny intervene with other layers.

Lifting my head the sky caught my attention where the supreme have stretched the blue canvas ready to mix colours for the night. The clouds were like cotton balls sucking up the golden syrup poured on it and became dense glowing with a gleam of gold.The invisible hand seemed to be on work where fluorescent orange was dabbed here and there and the glowing cotton balls were squeezed out to let the golden glow ooze into the sky...The fingers worked constantly unseen smudging the shade well into the blue to form a pale violet and the entire sky lost its glow, and coloured pale violet...And lo! a star had dropped! and there another! and many more ...everywhere twinkling ardently as if awaken from a good sleep and the crescent moon peeped out of the horizon as if to check if the sun had gone down enough... The hand seemed to be working ore simultaneously now and the entire blue canvas mixed up and smudged to black. The clouds now drained off all the golden liqui...

Our dear ones want to see only our smiling faces and we yearn for theirs....Doesn't matter what grief eats them and how fatally their heart melts...We want to see them smile and that's all that matters... Finally when we see them smile despite their troubles and sorrows we never realize it is a compromise they are making with their heart. The eyes lay dry and lips smile while the heart kills itself melting in the pain unable to wash it off with tears for the sake of their dear ones.  The one who is wrong is not the person but others who fail to realize the deadly poison that is slowly killing their beloved and demand for the smile. It is only because people are selfish. they don't care what the other person is going through and demand stubbornly for them to be happy so that we can make ourselves happy believing we made someone smile.But the truth is we take the sin of the dying heart on our self. We have stopped a heart from ...

No matter how good a person be if his/ her past was stained over  imaginary or true incidents, could have been gossips or if the present is so , the world will always remember the tale regardless of its credibility. Even if he/she is the best and honest person living on Earth in the present, people will still only remember them as bad. If they were extremely good and ideal in the past and was putrefied only over a single incident the world will still tag them only to being sinister.  It actually is not the problem of the person but the world's. It is because there be a black spot on a white cloth or a white spot on a black, people tend to notice the black and describe the image in terms of black. Stains are always stains for them even if it has been washed off by action or words. People stain their hearts with these memories of the stains of others that they hardly have eyes to notice the goodness that was or that have become.  It is just the way you notic...

There is a place for everyone... Often the world shrinks into nothing but darkness and the darkness engulfs you. No one seems to be real and everyone is stranger to you. You feel the world is a worst place to be and you yearn to leave...There is but an easy thing that you can then do and that is the panacea to every place you feel is untrue... Just pretend that you know everyone And smile to everyone you see... The world will smile back to you in content And you will know that you are no more lonely... The world is lovable enough for everyone to fit and find a a place but it just that we don't try. The world has sky for everyone and a shelter under every tree. When you feel too lonely and if people scare you to hell...try smiling to those little birds and all the flowers you see. You will feel them blooming for you and the birds will sing for you. The miracle happens that you can understand them but only if you listen with all your heart and feel......

Space for pain.... A man was so dedicated to God that God  had to appear before him one day. When granted a boon the man was overjoyed and asked for immortality and happiness without any pain all along his life. The wish was granted and he lived happily for many years. Finally he got bored of his life and called upon God again. This time he wanted to die and go with God to Heaven. His wish was granted again. Time passed but he felt no different from the passiveness he felt when he was alive. Heaven was the ultimate place of peace but his mind was never at peace. Everything around him was happy but he felt his heart cry...it was desperate for something and he knew it was pain.When he was alive he longed for death and when he was dead he wanted pain. A rather foolish thought you might comment. But even though he was happy his  happiness was not felt by the heart, and why? Because only sorrow and pain can let you realize joy and peace. In theories of  Fe...