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Dreams....................
Have we ever wandered why do we see dreams. Actually I never. But suddenly today it came to my mind. Las t night I didn't had a good sleep. It was all full of dreams and I was so busy seeing them I mostly fogot to sleep. But I don't regret. No matter how I analyse it, dreams are always somthing which makes us special. Good or bad, but our life is nothing without it.Doctor's say thats its all the agme of the brian, some sort of insanity of it. But guys I love kind of insanity. in one dream we make castles and in the other one we break them. Sometimes we forget what we have seen last night, but it makes us happy unknowingly what really happened in the morning. Somtimes dreams touches the level of the erotica, and thats really pleasurable. When things go wrong we close our eyes and dream of the the days which could have been possible if things would have gone right. It makes us see the long lost childhood and the fogotten chapters of life, which we never want to look back but they have always been an integral part of lfe. I gives us the freedom to make our own future, the power to make the worlds according to our wish , may be in virtual sense, but it gives which nothing else can give. It makes you reindulge in the nostalgia past and gives us the power to connect them to our future. Its the dreams which gives us the spirit to make them a reality and often those are the things which gets real. So lets dream...because dreams its somthing which does not have any existance but at the same time its everything.
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I want....
I want a world full of dreams
Where there will be no war against a war.
I want a world where nobody dies of hunger
A world where I can roam around with no fear.
A life without any obligations
A mind free enough to touch the sky.
Innocence miles away from diplomacy
Where there will be nodaughter killed on her birth.
I want the thought going deep below the colours of the skin
Submerged in the brotherhood of life.
I want the icebergs remain untouched from heat of the chimneys
No building swallowing the beam of the sunlight.
Wide open spaces wher I can hug the skies each time I want.
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Where there will be no war against a war.
I want a world where nobody dies of hunger
A world where I can roam around with no fear.
A life without any obligations
A mind free enough to touch the sky.
Innocence miles away from diplomacy
Where there will be nodaughter killed on her birth.
I want the thought going deep below the colours of the skin
Submerged in the brotherhood of life.
I want the icebergs remain untouched from heat of the chimneys
No building swallowing the beam of the sunlight.
Wide open spaces wher I can hug the skies each time I want.
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The sky was dark and the spikes of new born grass were sharp.
sky was dark like the hair of a beautiful lady.
Pure barren land, now the bride wearing the green.
Image of mine changing in the water each moment.
It was raining since the morning.
I had a cup of tea looking through my window.
Heard the hissing song of the falling water
amazed myself with the various activities of that single bright pure drop.
sometimes seen it falling from the waves of the tin roof.
couldn't stop myself to touch it and got tantalized by the chill of it.
also seen it falling some where from the heaven on that leaf and from that to another and landing in the continuous flow of water flowing all the way down to those lush valleys.
sometimes I've also seen it, falling on the enchanting face of my lady and crawling all the way down her neck vanishing somewhere in her blouse.
Seen it sparkling in the beauty and light of her.
Felt jealous of that mere drop of water so many times
loved to hang around in the wet
spent hours watching the match of drops on that banana leaf.
Running all around the garden, baring myself.
I let the needles of heaven piercing within me
Ran all over those locked water and splashed the chunks of water on air.
Felt the owness of cold water in my feet.Also felt the warmthness of my love.
when the back sky cracked into a sparkling blaze.And she grabbed me like never before.
enjoyed the dancing of toads
seen the rainbow in the sky
And the colours within
Got so many things to write
but running out of words
let me see through the window and let me drink the scene.
I'll tell you later, but now let me feel it in full.
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the rain...
The sky was dark and the spikes of new born grass were sharp.
sky was dark like the hair of a beautiful lady.
Pure barren land, now the bride wearing the green.
Image of mine changing in the water each moment.
It was raining since the morning.
I had a cup of tea looking through my window.
Heard the hissing song of the falling water
amazed myself with the various activities of that single bright pure drop.
sometimes seen it falling from the waves of the tin roof.
couldn't stop myself to touch it and got tantalized by the chill of it.
also seen it falling some where from the heaven on that leaf and from that to another and landing in the continuous flow of water flowing all the way down to those lush valleys.
sometimes I've also seen it, falling on the enchanting face of my lady and crawling all the way down her neck vanishing somewhere in her blouse.
Seen it sparkling in the beauty and light of her.
Felt jealous of that mere drop of water so many times
loved to hang around in the wet
spent hours watching the match of drops on that banana leaf.
Running all around the garden, baring myself.
I let the needles of heaven piercing within me
Ran all over those locked water and splashed the chunks of water on air.
Felt the owness of cold water in my feet.Also felt the warmthness of my love.
when the back sky cracked into a sparkling blaze.And she grabbed me like never before.
enjoyed the dancing of toads
seen the rainbow in the skyAnd the colours within
Got so many things to write
but running out of words
let me see through the window and let me drink the scene.
I'll tell you later, but now let me feel it in full.
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looked at you for sometime..............
Looked at you for sometime
Thought of a tulip.
Never touched that,
So not you.
Held your hand
and felt the warmth
Sun rays were cold
like that frozen lake.
I had written your names on the leaves
Seen them flying away.
Like that sand out of my hand
ever away from me.
Few petals of jasmine
your look of love
A scarlet sky and
the smile on your face.
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Thought of a tulip.
Never touched that,
So not you.
Held your hand
and felt the warmth
Sun rays were cold
like that frozen lake.
I had written your names on the leaves
Seen them flying away.
Like that sand out of my hand
ever away from me.
Few petals of jasmine
your look of love
A scarlet sky and
the smile on your face.
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they call me in sane............
They call me insane when i remember those days
make my eyes wet in the nostalgia of past.
See the dreams of a bright future and
the notion in the heart to give something to my land.
When I stare for hours , the endless flow of rain water
collect the fallen leaves in my hand.
Or may be running bare footed on the mist wet grass
searching for something in the blur of fog.
Wondering about the yellow glow of the fog lights of the jeeps
heading nowhere in the curls of the hills
asking myself where they are destined to go.
Sweating to the limit in the wrath of the summer,
praying for that drop from from heaven
Get intoxicated in that sour smell of earth
enjoying that tickle of those senses by touching that flow of water
falling from the waves my tin roof.
Waving new hopes in my mind looking at that blooming gulmohar tree
wishing if the whole earth is like that.
Watching the birds returning home in the dusk
longing for the thing i have lost.
I still waste hours, searching for that lost
rewind button in my memory lane.
Only these few innocent desires,
but still they call me insane.
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make my eyes wet in the nostalgia of past.
See the dreams of a bright future and
the notion in the heart to give something to my land.
When I stare for hours , the endless flow of rain water
collect the fallen leaves in my hand.
Or may be running bare footed on the mist wet grass
searching for something in the blur of fog.
Wondering about the yellow glow of the fog lights of the jeeps
heading nowhere in the curls of the hills
asking myself where they are destined to go.
Sweating to the limit in the wrath of the summer,
praying for that drop from from heaven
Get intoxicated in that sour smell of earth
enjoying that tickle of those senses by touching that flow of water
falling from the waves my tin roof.
Waving new hopes in my mind looking at that blooming gulmohar tree
wishing if the whole earth is like that.
Watching the birds returning home in the dusk
longing for the thing i have lost.
I still waste hours, searching for that lost
rewind button in my memory lane.
Only these few innocent desires,
but still they call me insane.
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