Fellow travellers

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A letter....
















Dear Dreamer,

How are you? Just thought of saying "Hi!!".

Nothing serious. Had just begun to feel like you have forgotten us... But then we saw you Today from our window through the hazy curtain of sky. You seemed to be looking in our direction. But as you know the distance is too far and there is so much noise between our two lands.

Hey! Ain't you missing us...coz we are.. !! We understand you have more important people around you now..but off the record.. don't you really miss the time when we used to meet in that third reality, where your land is out of reach and ours seems touchable . When we used to look forward to the time when you would finally make it to our land...our beautiful, bright Dreamland!!. We had also discussed about introducing you to more of our people, once you had met with us in person.

We are not sulking because it is not for us to sulk; but just to state a fact, you seem less interested and not at all excited about meeting us.
Are you still sure of embarking upon that journey to our land ? Or you are going to desert us like many before you?
If you intend thus, please let us know in advance so that we don't expect you. 

You look lost with your shoulders drooping. You want to play the poor, helpless, defeated. But remember !! it will be your own choice. You don't have anyone else to blame for your martyrdom but yourself.

As for us, we won't die. We never die. We only become distant. Your self denial being directly proportional to the separation between us. The weaker you grow in your determination, the longer you walk on Socially acceptable path conforming to everything but your heart, the more hard-to-get we are going to play. But the moment you gather the guts to break the inertia and turn around; we will be standing in front of you. Ready to show you the path to our land.

It has been too long a letter already. Got to write some more of this kind to some more of your kind. Your kind has been making us do overtime on these letters since the last couple of decades; since your men have moved from snail mails to WhatsApp.

Take care !!

P.S. We will never leave you. And we hope that you don't either :) We implore you !!


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

How does it feel


How does it feel; to play and not want to win
How does it feel;yet to feel guilty of not trying to win
How does it feel to know; when you realize it was something you never should have known
How does it feel to want to break in those arms and cry
when you know those arms don't want you to gather up into what you were
How does it feel to want to run away from life to have a breath.
How does it feel to have a storm of questions within and no will to ask lest you are met with the same disquieting quiet