Walk through my dreams

Painting by Archana Sharma

Hand in hand, walk through my dreams

 And let me into the world of your dreams.

As I explore your dreams, I too evolve and

To discover my dreams is to discover me.

When we knit dreams together for the future

We shall know what one gave up for the other.

Call me neither a romantic nor a dreamer,

None is only that and none is exempt too.

I too am aware that to dream of love alone

Is to be blind to the many wonders of life.

But to not dream of love is to deny oneself

Of a beautiful ecstasy of human experience.

Not all those dreams are meant to be pursued.

Few dreams are best left only to be dreamt of,

Like distant stars, forest flowers, flawless life.

To attain them is to strip them off their magic,

Rendering them real only ruins their sparkle.

To reknit them in thy company is true miracle.

Rational or Emotional?

 
The game was on. The angel and the devil were fighting it out.
"Rational"
"Emotional"
"Rational"
"Emotional"
"Rational"
"Emotional"
"Being emotional without being rational deprives you of clarity."
"Being rational without being emotional deprives you of humanity."

ಕಾಡುಮೊಗ್ಗಾಗಿ...

 

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ಗೆಳತಿಯ ಗೆಳತಿಯ ಗೆಳತಿಗೆ -

ಸಾವನು ಜಯಿಸಿದ ಆಕೆಯ ಬಾಳೊಲ್ಮೆಗೆ !!)

ನಾನು ಬಾಲೆ,

ಸಬಲೆ ಅಬಲೆಯರ 

ಬಲೆಗೆ ಬಲಿಯಾಗ 

ಬಯಸದ ಬಾಲೆ.

ಕಿತ್ತು, ಕಡಿವ 

          ಕ್ರೌರ್ಯದಾಚೆ 

ನೀರೆರೆದು, ನೆಳಲೀವ

      ನೆರವಿನಾಚೆ

ವನವಾಸಿಯಂತೆ

ವನಸುಮದ ತೆರದಿ

ಕಾಡುಮೊಗ್ಗಾಗಿ,

ಅರಳಿ ಹೂವಾಗಿ,

ಬಾಡಿ, ಮುದುಡಿ,

ಬಾಳ್ಸಂಭ್ರಮದಿ

ಮಿಂದೋಡುವೆನು;

ನನ್ನ ಸರಿಸರದಿ ನನಗಿರಲು,

ನನ್ನ ಪಾಡಿಗೆ ನಾನು.

ನಾನು ಬಾಲೆ,

ಸಬಲೆ ಅಬಲೆಯರ 

ಬಲೆಗೆ ಬಲಿಯಾಗ 

ಬಯಸದ ಬಾಲೆ.

The wait.

Pic Credit: Kotresh H R

The angel and the devil were staring into the seeming infiniteness of the path.
"How long should we wait?"
"I don't know."
"You think we will have a reply?"
"I hope so."
"Do all questions have answers?"
"I don't know."
"Does God know the answer?"
"I hope so."
"Are answers actually necessary?"
 "I don't know."
........
.....
"Does he really exist?"
"Maybe she does."

The plight

   

     The angel and the devil look into each other's eyes and realize none has an answer yet. So they dive deep into their ocean of thought. They ponder and wonder, yet fail to render an adequate response. They shake heads in disagreement with themselves.

     Again, they look into each other's eyes and realize none has an answer yet. So again they dive deep into their ocean of thought. They ponder and wonder, yet fail to render an adequate response. They shake heads in disagreement with themselves.

     Again, they look into each other's eyes and realize none has an answer yet......

.........

.........

     Such has been their plight since they were posed the question - "If I consider myself as non-judgmental, am I not actually being judgmental?"

Farce

Guy Fawkes mask: Truth, Protest or Farce?

Is it all a farce?
What seems is not what is
And what is, is not what seems.
A veil, a mask or skin -
How do I decipher?
Is it already deciphered?
What were once believed to be foundations,
Now I find myself question their existence.
All I perceive is chaos and only confusion.

I wish I could travel back in time,
Be the child I once was -
Jump in joy and sing in rhyme,
Aloof of truth and false,
Away from all this farce.

दरिया-ए-दिल पे अश्कों के अंगारे !

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"We cry not because love is over.

But because, though it is over, it still lingers."

रंग-ओ-राज़ के थे लम्हे, जब महफूज़ थे हम

               मोहब्बत के खयालों में।

बेबस, बेखुदी थी, जब मिला तौफ़ा-ए-ग़म

               बे अश्फ़ाक़ आशिकी में ।

बदल गया आलम, गुमनाम बनके रहगए है हम

               वक्त के सितम में ।

हाल हमारा आजकल बेउल्फ़त बेज़बान सी हैं

               मगर बेज़ार नहीं ज़िन्दगी से,

यादें बीते लम्हों के जैसे शहद के छत्ते 

               न छेड़ना कभी गलती से ।

न तड़पता है दिल हमारा अब बनके सहरा

               आपके एक झलक के वास्ते,

फ़िर भी न जाने क्यों आते है आप कभी कभी

               हमारे ख्वाबों के किनारे ?

मन ही मन कांपते है हम, कही फ़िर न बरसे

               दरिया-ए-दिल पे अश्कों के अंगारे !

(Moments colorful and secretive, when I was safe
Lost in thoughts of love.
Helpless was passion when I received the gift of pain
In love devoid of kindness.
World has changed, now I live almost anonymous,
In the tyranny of time.
These days I am more in silence, more in solitude,
But not in regret with life.
Memories of moments past, are like beehives,
Never to irk even by mistake.
No more does my life yearn as if like a desert,
To catch a glimpse of you.
Yet I know not why at times you pay a visit
To the banks of my dreams.
Trembling within, I am afraid if again will rain
On the river of heart, flames of tears.)