Karama!

This is my attempt to tell a story of the struggle between the karama(fate) and the karama( work) we perform. 

One Night Dream!

Ever since I was the growing child,

I remember my one night dream. 

It use to be very blur, but very vibrant indeed.

Sure it was my dream,

and hence, there was me!

All dressed up; so pretty

with the telephone, and PC 

all set up around me.

I saw I was happy,

so perfect and agile,

which of-course clashed with the ‘then’ real me.

It was a dream, and I hadn’t had to pinch myself.

Surely I was so confirmed, “ my little God dropped 

the peek-into-future” gift only for me.

The day went as chirpy and beautiful, 

as the girl in my dream.

I remember my one night dream,

sleep covered the eye with the 

glazing another menu of dream.

the ambience has changed, 

yet the familiar PC and the telephone 

were the regulars in every stream.

Days after Days,

I remember my one night dream.

Peaceful were the nights, 

the morning exuberant.

Those were the childhood days

little naivety had believed the power, happiness

and beauty relies with the greys! 

I remember my one night dream

Gone are the days of my golden PC and the telephone,

with no image of me in the scene.

The unseen creeps into the sight.

The dreams were now the fright.

The sleep is gone, 

and I see the night howls.

Extemporary are the dreams 

Alas! It is no dream, 

the nightmare are summoned in following stream!

O' Dear Time!

O' dear time, tell me what is my crime?

U slip away so easily, like a oiled balloon; bouncing of the tiny yearning hands.

I tried to run behind you, tried to grapple you.

Sometimes I enjoyed my present but most of the time the shadow of yours smother me.

I m lost in the blizzard now,

Don't know which of you is real.

I don't have any present and neither I expect it to arrive.

I m lost in the dark. 

Dark is my thing now, it is the new white. 

The coldness is intense and silently creeping into me.

I m not afraid now, becoz I am enjoying the lost of time.

I made a castle in the dark.

You have to be vigilant, if you stumble,

I will definitely fall.

Though the fall doesn't scare me because I am not aware of any end.

Aah! I m relaxed and blind in d dark.

But I couldn't hpl my mind to drift to the skyfall.

When the light is screeching through your skin, and your heart prancing rhythmically, 

you are left with the only option to meet the mighty wall.

I wish it to be a nightmare now. 

I wish to come out and breath the real sun.

But dear time, you are lost now.

Guide me where to find you.

Whatever I touch, is just a shadow and regret

You left me alone, and now I can feel you retorting me for my longed cry.

The walls are shunting and collapsed is my reminiscent ceiling.

O' dear time, tell me what to do?

I don't want to be lost again in d sand of memory.

I don't want to be subdued into it any long.

May be u can take me to a ride,

I m now fearless and a magnificent wanderer. 

Show me the beauty of traveling with you.

I could summon your advise, but cudn't help fathom the story,

Where you r a little human just like the helpless me!

Usual first day of interns at work !!

1st Day and the over enthusiast intern replier!

That first task allotted to you and no matter how much you try, you end up doing this!

As the day progress, you find your laugh goes "lapatta"on their "jargon jokes"

Cynic personality and whispers blends in perfectly into you and explode your mind with suspicion of being talked about at every corner.

AAhhh! That pity moment when you try to b friendly with the people around and you get this

At the end you come up face to face with 

your "Dream job and the Reality"

And the followed night usually goes weeping and denying of the breaking dream job.

LOOOOOOoooong Distance Wishess!!

Travelling miles for "Personal Delivery"

Oppss!! struggle for Theft Security and Nature's call in Indian Train!

sorry, but Cakes are "I can eat it oll"

And finally Arrival of personal delivery!

Waving Hands!

Back down the memory lane,

The camera fits perfectly between two waving hands.

Never have bothered to glance back to those mechanised rhythmic wave;

might the seek was for the mesmerising lane ahead

or bragging those melodramatic hugs for the crowd to aww for.

Yes! the first bye wasn’t like the regular frame,

for the eyes both ways were stuck amidst the crowd,

fighting the hazy and watery glance, the waving hands didn’t stop till the eyes open for the next trance.

With every bye, the deserted land morphed into Alladin’s terrain,

and those waving hands and glued eyes became the morbid sleeping beauty of the frame.

Over the years, the Alladin’s terrain has changed,

and changed are those country side lane,

what’s still persistent, are those waving hands, only now it is covered with the wrinkly membrane.

Again the gruelling journey began,

though the height is reduced, it is still adamant on their shaking pose.

Only the eyes which looked forward are struggling it’s way back to peep for the last glance.

Journey kept going, but the vision has changed.

The vision that the hands were still be waving and the gaze following the path,

has made all the lifeless terrain, my Alladin’s reign!

WORDS!

Omni me!

OMNIPOTENT ME!

What if,

What if you were an omnipotent you?

Ever had I the chance to seize the power of being omnipotent,

say good byes to your loving wheels. 

Aahh! It annoys me how they occupy the major road, blocking it to traverse more.

I hate it how stupid their brain was,

to utilise the time, they made a giant farting ass.

Was it made to 

to reduce and utilise the time or to compensate the lost time?

or to coagulate the fat, which need to be thumped away?

What good is that a price.when you paying for your your own slow demise?

farting gases,, on your neat face, for which you payed hefty price that 

rises by every day and day.

Wish I could be that puissant to tell 

This is our grave where we are dashing our wheels.

but for now I will rest with just

Ominous Me! 

Mumbai will eat me!

Mumbai, always have been the city of dreams, and it was surely for me too,

My dreams and my aspiration called me to fly over the starless vacuum sky 

so engulfed I wanna be in the city night.

though every city in the  night has the beauty of the newly bride,

but Mumbai was different, it was the breathing, dancing bride!

Forgetting the loved one’s , I loved the burp of the city,  

I just wished to be eaten by MUMBAI.

and reside in it’s core.

Silly me. I forgot the city is also made by the people like me, 

Well, I thought people like me..but unfortunately people so unseen by me 

Chirpy me, beaming with joy, trotted first step in the horizon.

wanted to see the real city with joyful robots alive.

and a magnificent weaved dream path ahead

But the heinous road scared me, lurking tongue and the wolf eyes, hovered all around my sight. 

At some times I couldn’t believe, I am in Mumbai, but I forgot people surrounds everywhere.

Still I wanna move and complete my runway 

but each forward stop of mine, made the leachers jump thrice ahead.

I am scared now. I am scared Mumbai will eat me now.

Now i see  the reality. Mumbai is the pit of joyful robot but not alive.

I will soon fall for the pit like others, who does’t sleep in the all time awake city.

Happy am I for the Fulfilled dream or perplexed am I for the nightmare being my dream?