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What is that we want from life? What is that we live for? All of us have our own separate dreams and all of us choose our own separate ways. Some of us select the high way in the hope to fly our way up there and some others take the long hard walk. In the end we all want to reach our destination.

It is easy for none as each one of us leave behind what we started with. We leave behind the people that encouraged us to pursue the dream, to live for it and most importantly we leave behind ourselves. In our effort to fulfill those dreams we transform into people we never thought we could become.

It is a path strewn with thorns and we feel the pain like we never have because we decided to leave the hand of the one that loved us and walk alone. If and when we do turn around we stare at a huge mountain of things we have lost. More often than not we overlook the simple things like friendship, love, and care to get power fame and money.

These are one kind of people. There is a second kind for whom relations are the topmost priority. They too chase after their dream but they are also prepared to share their dream with their beloved and become a part of the beloved’s dream. They are prepared to wait a tad bit longer to get there but not to get there at the cost of the loved ones. At times they are even prepared to give up their dream as well if circumstances demand.

Theory says that the second kind would be the happier lot but that may not necessarily be true. These people may loose the respect of those around because they gave up on their dream. Not many can spot and appreciate the sacrifices they make so that the other could do well and move ahead.  They too end up loosing the individual they were to begin with. They may spend their whole lives in regret.

Brings us back to where we started, what is that we want from life? What is that we live for?

Which of these is the right answer, I don’t know. All I know is, I have a dream and I have to find a way to fulfill it without having to stare at a mountain of loss when I turn around.

 

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Worthy enough??

Running across the street

Without stopping to take a breath.

No time to say hello and greet.

And hardly anyone feels any regret.

 

What is it that keeps one occupied ?

What is it that keeps one on his heels ?

Look around and not a soul is satisfied.

Is it just about money bags,gold bars and million $ deals ?

 

Very few enjoy what they actually do.

Most of them have creased brows.

Compete in the rat race with not much clue.

Then why give peace of mind, answer me thou ?

 

Is the tension worth living through?

Estates and luxuries living for?

When at stake are kinship and the real few.

Who will eventually leave you in your quest for more.

Crippled

The girl.
Over so many million years
has grown & groomed
Outdone & overpowered
Beyond limits.
Yet for so many million reasons
She is still crippled.
By the stunted mentality
Of not just the male society
But many a women too.
Hypocrite ideologies
Weigh down her dreams.
In the name of values and traditions
She has to abide by illogical rules
Unwise and inappropriate it is
The elders say,so she has to
confine to boundaries of the home.
Sacrifice and compromise
Her prime duties and responsibilities.
Has the freedom to explore
But can’t open her wings to the fullest.
To step outside is okay
If she is a homemaker too.
Lechers lurking out on roads
Stare at her with lustful eyes.
Has to think twice
Before donning a certain attire.
Today also for equal treatment
She has to raise her voice
With no guarantee to get it.
Shameful injustice
But such is nature of the world
And such is the fate of women
Suppressed and subdued.

Reminiscing

Reminiscing
A feeling so beautiful.
Happy and glum memories flashing.
Both can be a little painful.
I cant help but think back
After all I was thin then.
Rummaging through old photo stacks.
Oh they are worth million bags of cents.

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 I miss my old buds.
Youthfulness & Shenanigans
Its like rebuilding those castles of mud.
Only to see them fall again.
No guilt or any regrets
Bygone are moments of past now.
They stayed with me as long as time was set.
Even glancing into them makes me exclaim wow.