Storm knocks

A storm knocks at the door of a burnt hut
The inmate sits inside clutching tightly the last of the belongings left after the all engulfing fire
If the door opens it will be refreshing
The storm will be a breath of fresh air
Will dust the gutted hut of it's ashes.
Will sweep the lines of past sadness from the face
But then
Apprehension
Caution
Jeopardy
The feet two steps towards the bolted door and one step back
Lest the storm might take away with it the last of the belongings
The storm may wipe away the hut itself leaving in its wake no place to go
No place to sit with clenched fists and head drawn in
No door left to expect more subtle knocks
The storm knocks softly now
The round of questions ensue again

He should be....

He should be ....

Tall, Fair or a little dusky, a face of straight lines, with lips pulled in.

Clean hands, clear lines on Palm, few veins sticking out.

Coffee on table, book beside, enjoying his own company.

An eye for beauty, a ear for the sounds of nature. Well traveled, well moved around.
Not only lives but sees life
Sees people for what they are. Unconventional, laid back and serious about business at the same time

Treats a person as a person first.
Soffisticated, suave, respects people
Soil with soil and rain with rain

Not hesitant to go out of the way at times, impulsive at times, doesn't think in moments that are worth only living
Humble, yet aware of his abilities
A kids laughter...
A man's poise
A lover's heart
And a doers resolve

Can hear the melody of silence
Can feel the quiet entailed in a crowd

This will moult and bring out the butterfly
And perhaps life could be close to what could be :)

It's growing cold by the second....

What do you do when the one shoulder you could have leaned on goes cold

The one fireplace that was supposed to keep the house warm and welcome refuses to glow

You come running to break into a pair of arms but you see them crossed, closed

You sob and pray, and bow waiting for a caress on your head but hear no approaching footsteps

You see a dream together and wait all the years to celebrate its fulfillment but you don't see it reflected in the other pair of eyes

You tap and pull the shoulders;
You burn your fingers trying to light the fireplace;
You beat his chest with your fists to open the pair of arms;
You get up from your prayer, wipe your tears walk all the way to the other door;
You try to remind the other heart about the dreams you saw together

But the coldness prevails

You shrug your shoulders
Fold your fingers into a lotus;
Treasure your dreams in that lotus;
Wrap it in warmth of the fire burning in your heart;
Submerge it in your tears;
Keep the lotus close to your heart;
Close your eyes with a wet warmth under the eye lids;
Go into a slumber half awake, scared to see any more dreams

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 !!

The quote in the image does not belong to me. I thank the author Kobi Yamada for the quote

What could have been....

No sweeter memories than those of sweet realities lived.

What bitter memories than those of the sweetest dreams dreamt, while those sweet moments were lived.