Thursday, May 13, 2010

The game of life...

Hurricanes come sometimes, disturbing our lives; sometimes life seems like a particle of dust aimlessly following a storm… or a piece of detached dried orphan leaf, destined to get destroyed. Sometimes efforts give pains only and no rewards, legs get tired after following an aim, and the aim seems to be a mere mirage. Floods come sometimes and wash away all of our hopes… sometimes killing draughts occur, deserting our minds. Disasters come to test our patience sometimes; sometimes life seems like an endless voyage through the ocean of disasters. Expectations get killed sometimes; sometimes frauds occur without any expectations. Sometimes life itself seems as a fraud… or a failure; sometimes we doubt whether we are alive and why…

But… everything above has a positive side. Hurricanes teach us to fly like a weightless particle or to stand the pressure, detachment teaches freedom to the leafy life. Mirages show us the things, that are not existent and waiting for us to come into existence… floods, draughts, deserts give us the reason to survive, to save others from those sufferings. Disasters are the milestones on the way of success, more we cross them; more we get close to our aims… or are garlands of victory, more valuable than expensive diamond sets. Killers of expectations teach us true love, which is defined as ‘that what is done without any expectation’… and warns us what they’ll feel if we kill the expectations of our loved ones. Life is like a thriller movie, more the danger, more is the adrenalin rush… more the suspense, more we miss our heartbeats.

Now tell me… is life a loss, a lost game? Or is it a plain luck that we’re still ‘not out’ in our life’s game? We’re alive, means we still have a chance to win... and sometimes losing also is a fun.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Story of my heart and the dreams it had entrapped

Never had I expected one more failure
To my ill heart it was an aggravating factor
It stopped beating, entrapping my dreams
I shouted for them, but heart was obstinate…
I wanted to stab it, to cut it open
But the hard hit injured my soul…
With a hardened heart and wounded soul
I started wandering to pacify my pain

Flowers asked me to have some scent…
I refused; to me thorns were more pleasant.
Clouds came to lure me for rains of hopes…
I knew no hopes, my eyes were raining.
My verve was flowing with the flood of emotions
My emotions were nothing but a sense of faced negations

Then wind came to blow my mind…
Punctured with my feelings; it was resistant
Gentle sunrays wanted to caress me…
I was too inflamed; warmth raised a wildfire
My thoughts were burning my frozen life
My emotions were ice cool, apathetic was my mind

Birds were chirping, calling me to have some fun…
I thought like my fate, of me they were making fun
Moon arrived then, with his dark girlfriend…
I envied it, it had many twinkling friends.
I was alone, trapped in myself
My shouts were inaudible, even to ears of mine

Tired was the nature, and so were the nocturnal beasts
I was stubborn, stuck to my fate’s darkness.
Not afraid of the reptiles and wandering hunters,
I wanted to taste the poison, or sharpness of paws and canines
Shouting owls had now replaced the chirpers
And like my thoughts, trees were making dance of ghosts
I was the ghost, desiring to kill me…
No other servant of death was ready to overtake me.

My dreams were buried, somewhere in forest of my mind
And they were scared, not of the forest but of my dreamless mind
I was scared of unknown things, of the future or past memories
Scared to an extent, I wasn’t afraid of halting to survive.
I requested the darkness, the hunters and killers to let me to die
… But no one dared to face my mind’s fire.
I spit on the moon and stoned the stars,
Nothing happened… they were far apart

I kept on weeping with my dried eyes,
Now there was no water, like the desert of my mind
Blindfolded to any happiness,
My eyes were unable to penetrate the darkness
Ears were engaged in cries of wolves,
Mute was the whistle of rustling leaves

I didn’t want any angel to come,
To touch my heart and wipe out all pains
Never did I expect some magic to happen
To convert the night into a beautiful dawn
…But the dawn was destined to arrive,
It was my luck that I continued to survive…
I got everything the angel and the magic,
My heart opened up to release the seized dreams…