A world of Dreams

There is a world, a world made of dreams, vivid dreams
Dreams full of colour, reds and blacks and blues.
The world i could talk about for ever and ever, and yet find nowhere...

Death

A young bird, once longed to fly across the sky.
The big blue sky always beckoned to her,
The vast expanse, the cottony clouds, and warm sunlight,
And as she watched millions of others fly across everyday, the desire increased.

But the keeper would come,
to cut her wings out lest she learn to fly.
And yet, she would wait, for the next dawn, hoping her wings would grow again.

"There was a bright light at the end of a tunnel"
someone had told her.
And she would wait, for a new day,
watching the sky all day.
And the keeper returned,
to cut her wings again as they grew.

And one day, she lay there,
her life almost ending,
and she watched the sky longingly.
There was no keeper now, but there were no wings either.
With every passing day, her passion to fly had risen
until on a day, her lungs burst with tears
and she lay there dying, unable to fly forever.

But yet she tried, but was too old to conquer the sky.
Having lived her life in her mind for a million years,
she took one last flight, in old age without wings,
and fell with a low unheard thud,
and lay there dying, wishing she had tried earlier.

A Feather

I was but the feather,
Which swayed in the gentle breeze,
You, being the breeze my love,
Took me along in your stride.

Moving with you,
Holding back but for a moment,
As you pushed me higher into space!

Oh! But I was the delicate feather,
Ever afraid of falling off!

But you carried me along,
Now as a gentle breeze, then as a strong wind,
And together, we danced on,
Traveling far, into an unknown land of pleasure,
As I moved on, to wherever you took me.

- Gitanjali.

A Love Story

He told me a story,
The story of an angel,
The day she went for a stroll,
On her silver horse.

The roads were dusty and
Golden dust rose everywhere she went.
Cutting through the wind she was,
Her silver mane following through.

She met him here, as they crossed ways.
He was astride on the darkest of horses,
And was on a merry ride!
As he shouted out her name,
A thunder it was for us to hear,
She flashed a brilliant smile, which was returned with chivalry,
And the lightning cut through.

It was love at first sight,
And she climbed into his horse,
As she did, the silver stars from her skirts,
Scattered to earth,
And rain it was.

As they rode away together afar,
A trial of pink was left behind,
For the angel blushed,
And the twilight came…

The Undead Princess

I came across this article on Diana this morning. It described the findings of a doctor who claimed, if she had been brought to the hospital earlier, the Princess of Wales could've been saved. True, Princess Diana has been a great person, someone the world is forever going to miss. She probably would've contributed more to the world, with her charitable acts and gentle persona but yet, we must accept the fact and come to terms with her death.

How useful is it to spend time on a woman, who died a few years ago? We do have post mortems and autopsies which are definitely a flourishing science, but then here we are talking about a person dead years ago! The time spent on analysing if survival was possible for the princess could've been better used for so many other things! Atleast, the world is full of woes and new medical problems arise every single minute.

Its sad but true, a person from the third world, who may've died from a rare disease, would receive less medical attention than a Princess who died of injuries in an accident involving a drunk driver!

A Lonely Soul

You led me to the highs of life
And i followed along, trusting your smile...
Smiled to myself that i am lucky,
And then when u pushed me from the peak,
As i fell into an unending abyss,
A deep chasm in my heart!

And i fell and fell, but was caught in time
By the almighty whom i trusted too

Just that the trust on my love has gone, never to return
And i stand alone, hurt in my soul.

Complete Circle

Sometimes it feels like life has stopped moving.
Sitting alone in a dark room, i wonder,
What a beautiful experience it would be, to erase all memories and all moments
All the love and all the hate,

Lying in the dark, curled up on the floor,
As mother earth holds me close,
Like i was lying in mother's womb,
I wonder how it would be to complete the cycle of life.

If my soul departs this moment, as i lie in the dark,
it would be a complete circle, from fullness to blankness,
from life to death and back to life.

Beautiful Dawn

She looks beautiful,
Half closed eyes, seeing the greys around,
Deep lashes on them, defining darkness.

As he wakes her from her slumber,
Not with the heat of day, but the calm cool of night.
She opens her eyes ever so slightly,
He knows she’s smiling within, the twinkle in her eyes tell him of it.
And he gently smiles at her, as his shimmering light falls over her.

The breeze flows so gently, for she has turned away,
And he follows her to everywhere she goes.
Growing steadily, as days go by.

He remembers the time he had yearned for her gaze,
But alas she could not see him then!!
And as he grows from a crescent to fullness,
Light pours into her, to further increase her beauty.

Darkness to light, they move together,
Welcoming another dawn together!

Dream

I dream of a dream,
A stunning journey through closed eyes.
I see a light guiding me, a deep red and purple,
And images flashing through.

A confusing journey, a traveller of dreams would know.
As the beats of heart scream out in joy,
and the mind goes beyond the dream, journeying into a place all new,
its time to wake, and life goes on as if there was no dream.

She is the most beautiful,
For all beauty on earth is compared to her,
And amidst the rushes of her servants,
Flowing around her,
Attending to her needs and guarding her,
He caught a glimpse of her.

The wait of a fortnight was all its worth,
As he stood there looking up at Her Majesty.
And she stood there on the prier of her palace,
A golden veil over her,
Her diamonds in place.

He knew he was but one of the millions of travelers,
Passing through earth,
Waiting to get a glimpse of her.
But the moments of those visions he had of her,
Would be with him even after the journey.
For she was the princess of the sky!

And tonight she had been captured by him,
In his visions,
In his verses.