Dreaming with Faith..

The road is rough..
The time is tough…..
The faith in me says just don’t give up…
Carrying delicate glass dreams cautiously…..so as not to let them slip……
Shining glass sometimes reflecting hope – hope of a beautiful life ahead…sometimes fear - fear of everything falling dead…
Broken dreams are like broken glasses……hurt…
The burden of dead dreams is so unbearable……
God, I know you are perfect…..
You can’t leave anything incomplete…
I trust that some dreams are your gift to certain hearts……
I believe some dreams are meant to survive for you are there to take care of them…
The best end of any dream is its transformation into reality…I am sure it sometimes does happen..

A Beautiful Night

Fragrance of night flowers filled in the air

Cool soothing breeze embracing her with care

Admiring the beauty – Full silver moon, it’s mutual

Reflecting back her smile thousand stars, with twinkles

Surrounded by serenity, gazed by clear night sky

As she lied down, an angel took her to the beautiful dream world!!

Shail

Crying by the River side

“By the river Piedra, I sat down and wept” A book by Paul Coelho, I am currently reading. The title attracted me the very first time I saw this book few months back. The thoughts that crossed my mind at that time have struck back again now when I am actually reading the book. I could not help but pen down the random thoughts.

Sitting by a river side and crying…..tears blending with water and losing their identity………. Water washing away the tears……… and may be the sadness along with…… It shall take away all the pain with it, as well…….. Looking at the river, no one can make out that it is carrying with it few salty drops ……..the vastness and the beauty of the flow is hiding few drops of dead dreams.

Ever wondered why tears are transparent? I guess because Tears are Transparent – revealing our inside – sadness, pain, joy, happiness, love.

Tears – Expression of each and every emotion – Sign of being human.

~ Shail

Second Chance

She looked out of the window at the dark sky. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Today is her last day for she’ll not see tomorrow morning as per her belief. It’s her 22nd birthday tomorrow. Last year, this day she had a strange dream and in her dream an old lady told her that she won’t wake up next year this day. She didn’t believe initially and took it quite lightly until a month back when she suddenly fell ill. She was diagnosed of Malaria and was not recovering. So, she was brought to this hospital. A loving nurse asked her birth date and there it went to her head. Since then she is dying every moment. She weeps every night. All she tells her worried mother is that she’ll die soon. She is not able to eat, she is not able to sleep, she is not living, she is just waiting to die. As per her medical reports, she is cured of the disease. But she has turned too weak. Doctors are telling that it’s in her mind. However, nothing is helping as she has decided that she’ll not wake up to another year of her life.

Next morning, her eyes opened to see flowers all around in her room and a note from her mother, who visited in the morning, didn’t wake her up and has left for work. She is shocked, astonished, surprised!! She couldn’t believe that she is seeing this morning. Tears were falling endlessly from her eyes. She has got another life – a second chance.

Sometimes, life gives us second chance – to live, to dream. The second life is often more beautiful. You had lost everything only to realize that it’s not so.

Reborn to do stupid things, to follow my heart, to chase crazy dreams, to live more….

Change

"I tried to change the world and I tried to change myself, as well…………while changing the world was much tempting, changing myself was much difficult." The statement came from my tired mind the other night as I lie down. I wanted to talk it out, as the thought continued ringing my head, disturbing me so much that I could not sleep. After hours of restlessness, I got up, went out, breathe in some fresh air, looked above and decided to speak to him.

"The process of self change is so painful……it’s like working on my shadow. Overcoming the resistance, fighting the perception, looking the things from the other side……… and what not. Sometimes, I find myself just shuttling back and forth over something. Working on me is the hardest job I have ever encountered. I am stepping ahead but each step takes so much. At times, I wonder if I’ll ever be the person I wish to be. " I vomited out every misthought.

I heard back:"After every backward step, take two steps forward…that way you shall always be advancing further. Change is difficult but not impossible. Stumble, fall, rest…….but KEEP GOING!! Change, you must, for each day must see a better you!!"

"You with me?" This time my heart screamed.

I heard back: "KEEP THE FAITH"

I Smiled, had a relaxing sleep. Next morning I was ready to show up a better me !!

The Other Side

Forest, falling leaves, wind, sand along river – This was how I knew life. My world was limited to this side of water. It was complete, perfect and beautiful. For me, nothing existed on other side.

Until, the fire broke and I ran to find a connecting bridge. Accidently I discovered the other side………….green grass-bed, flowers, birds, butterflies, vast sky and more. It is endless, so colorful and so more beautiful………sometimes with rain, other times with sun. This is an amazing place……..when I close my eyes, I hear my laughter. When it rains, my heart dances for it is free – free from all the fears. I open my arms and feel the world. I wonder how I remained ignorant. I desire to live more, to see more and to dream more…

The world is so big….life so wonderful………

I am so glad to know the other side!!

Sign of Day

The Night was complete dark,
Still it could not leave mark!!

The Night moved no fast,
But it could not last!!

The long night is reaching its end, the blackness is melting down. The first sign of the day has shown up. An hour before, the sky could not believe that it could ever get rid of darkness. The first hour of the morning is so beautiful, indicating an amazing day ahead. Black turning blue, waiting open arms for the first orange ray.

Someone up there smiling watching his own magic !!

~ Shail

My Struggle with Life!!

I am given a white paper, pen, pencil, brushes, colours and erasers.
I guess it is some competition……
No instructions are given, No rules are told …
I am blank…It seems I have to return the paper in the end
I have no idea what is expected to be the winner……..
I don’t even know the deadlines…
I think I should present it beautiful…
I use pencil…….fearing spoiling it
It’s not looking good……..
The pure white is turning black…
Probably, I am tested for keeping it clean…
I erase….But it’s not the same
I am again tempted to write on it
Pencil rolls on again…Pen also finds its way
It doesn’t turn out as I expect
This time I use a better eraser
Again, I mess…..
The paper becomes rough……..
I cry….
I throw the paper…show tantrums
Let me enjoy…May be I am supposed to do that only
I pick it again…
I decide playing with colours…
I practice stroking brush in the air…
Finally, I give a shot on my paper…
I don’t know…but it’s not perfect
I laugh….
Again, I think...I write…I spoil…I erase…I mess…I cry….I paint…I laugh
My struggle with Life Continues!!!

I dream…

“Life is no fairytale”……………but I believe in fairytales.

“Be Real”…………………I know I am not. But that’s my way of living.

“Stop dreaming”…………….I can’t. I dream and I shall dream.

“Dreams are not meant to be true”…………….I don’t agree.

“Be serious about life”………………If I’ll be, I won’t be able to enjoy it.

“You shall be hurt”………..I don’t care.

“Be careful. Think before every step. You may harm yourself”………I trust God.

I dream because I live. I live because I dream!!

~Shail

Smile

Few days back, I was not feeling well. It was just mild fever and cold…..but was feeling real sick. As I was alone at home, I was feeling low. I decided to visit a doctor at a nearby hospital. I was engrossed with the feeling of self-pity waiting for my turn to see the doctor. I could hear crying sounds of a girl from inside. I enquired from the people outside, who happened to be her family. I was told that their eight year old daughter was bitten by a dog and was bleeding badly. And then she came out crying…the little sweet girl. She was made to sit. Her crying gradually turned into wailing. I could see courage in her eyes. Her mother asked if she wanted anything – biscuit, chocolate. She nodded yes. The few tears in her eyes also vanished. I smiled. I completely forgot why I was there.

The other day as I was stepping towards my home after the hectic day at work, a five year old boy (my little neighbor) crossed. He waived and said ‘Hi’ quite impressively. I smiled.

Amidst the serious work on excel, suddenly the thought of my loving grandfather and his words said years back caught my mind. I smiled.

The child-like stubbornness of a senior colleague in a meeting again made me smile.

Travelling back home, I met two little sisters. As the elder one kissed the younger one, I thought of my childhood with my loving sister and I smiled.

Smile is everywhere…..here and there it catches me…
It connects me to the people and to myself as well
It makes me feel more alive…
Moreover, it does not require any big thing to happen;
It comes with many little beautiful moments…just that we have to be careful not to miss it.