Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Dream is...


Dream is warm blanket on a winter morn…

Dream is feeling…

Dream is steam rising from a cup of coffee…

Dream is being understood…

Dream is a smile from a total stranger…

Dream is skydiving…

Dream is fusion of wildflowers on the street…

Dream is a need for peace…

Dream is the waning sun on a beach…

Dream is a surprise gift…

Dream is a rainbow on a bad luck day…

Dream is freedom…

Dream is appreciation of a well cooked meal…

Dream is the forbidden thrill…

Dream is being 100…

Dream is an outlet to uncontrolled rage…

Dream is candlelight…

Dream is my finger griped by an infant…

Dream is a quest for the love…

Dream is the matching pair of earring…

Dream is laughing…

Dream is a hot soak after a hectic day…

Dream is a personal library…

Dream is Earth’s aroma after a slight drizzle…

Dream is a need for peace…

Dream is knowing how to drive a car…

Dream is owning a house...

Dream is rising sun from a mountain top…

Dream is a song that make’s me cry…

Dream is a letter in the post…

Dream is midnight snow…

Dream is stomach aching laugh…

Dream is a nasty fight with my best friend…

Dream is taking a stand…

Dream is the jangling of glass bangles…

Dream is leaving a mark…

Dream is dewdrops on grass…

Dream is popcorn in theater…

Dream is Indian forest service…

Dream is watching stars come out…

Dream is getting a book for gift…

Dream is studying 12 hours nonstop…

Dream is satisfaction…

Dream is friends who don’t use & throw me…

Dream is unflinching loyalty…

Dream is being able to write what I feel…

Dream is going to seven sisters…

Dream is a hand made card…

Dream is a kiss on head…

Dream is an A one camera…

Dream is the smell of Johnson’s baby powder…

Dream is a close circle of friends…

Dream is speaking truth no matter what…

Dream is the perfect picture taken…

Dream is writing what I think…

Dream is thinking my heart’s desire…

Dream is my very own mistake…

Dream is talking the whole night with my dad…

Dream is intuition…

Dream is the signing of non-nuclear treaty with my brother…

Dream is being cared for…

Dream is my mom’s unwavering support…

Dream is a vacation…

Dream is snuggling with my dadi…

Dream is being loved no matter what…

Dream is doing what I love…

Dream is being someone’s first & last thought…

Dream is independence…

Dream is finding that perfect partner…

Dream is thunderstorm…

Dream is a walk through the forest…

Dream is wanting…

Dream is being someone’s whole world…

Dream is the difference between lust and love…

Dream is cloud watching…

Dream is a laboriously made sketch…

Dream is dreaming…

Dream for me is a,

Blue colored butterfly

That flutters by in my mind…

Dream is…

Dream IS me!

Monday, October 12, 2009

My Dreams

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

In the world I live, weaving dreams, envisioning your future even general wool gathering is an punishable offence.

No wonder I am punished so often!

I’ve had to hide my dreams (mundane every day sort too) from these people, who’d scoff or at the least laugh on my dreams.

Still I dare to dream!

When you steal something you know you have to pay back some way….

I still steal myself a handful of happiness, knowing that I’ll have to pay it back some way or the other.

Until a couple or years back I was afraid of laughing…. Never knowing when you’d have to cry. Now when I laugh I am afraid of paying for it.

So people who don’t want me to be happy or those cant see me happy, are so not welcome in my world!

Because there are already so many people here with their idea for my happiness, that they forget I am a human too. Not a robot that they can think for me, that they can weave dreams for me.

Its some thing that I am entitled to do.

Some people on one hand count me as an adult, able to take on responsibilities, but on other hand consider me unable to take decisions for my self, that I am entitled to make.

What if it’s a mistake, then it’ll be my mistake.

Oh I so want to break away from this limbo that I am in…..

Happiness is a costly dream! This I now know.

a series of poems that i wrote on my dreams......... continued.

The way You Are!


The way you move in your sleep
the way you look before you leap
the strange illusions that you keep
when u dont know that i'm noticing!

They way you talk to people you love
the way you stand out even in an crowded alcove
the way u smile your secret smile
when you dont know that i'm noticing!

The way you treasure whats my own
the way you always feel before dawn
the dreams you weave in your mind
when you dont know that i'm noticing!

The way your face shines in the candlelight
the way your eye's twinkle in night
the way your dimple winks at me
when you dont know that i'm noticing!

The way i like you look at me
the way i love what you feel for me
the way, just the way you are
when you dont know that i'm noticing!