The crazy dreamer

He was warm and cozy in his lil nest
With exceptional care there was ample rest
But there was something in his peanut size brain
He had a dream and was ready to take the pain
The plan was clear and there was no other option
He toiled hard , shed blood such was the passion
All he wanted was to touch the sky beyond the sky
The day came and it was just not a try
A flawless plan that was destined to be flawless
That day was all about his emotional prowess
He flew high beyond the clouds
It was his moment , there were no doubts
But then suddenly one wing clipped and the ascent stopped
In no time with double velocity he dropped
The dream was gone and there was nothing left now
All the while he wondered why and how
He faces the truth everyday when others fly by
They force him to believe that he atleast gave a try
The dream is lost forever
He does not accept and will never
Its destiny and this is how it was to be
he does not want to and will never agree
The thoughts hold him back day and night
He is not ready to let go and will fight
With  one wing he still thinks he can fly high
He will but his dream will never die......

Her Other Side

There are billions and there would be millions more

Beaten, grazed & polluted mother earth is injured and sore

The almighty is confused what should come next

Should he just wipe us out on this pretext?

We don’t care and we just want to somehow dwell

And shall do the same in the coming years as well

Draw boundaries, wage a war, dig for oil or ruin the air

Who has time for this, who has a thought to spare

The start is not yet known to anyone of us

But one day there will be a full stop to this ruckus 

The seeds that we have sown are ripe and ready to sprout

The fruits of agony and pain will soon tell what it was all about

The pain is growing each second and she would rise at last

That day would show her other side, it would be the holocaust…..

Lucky

It was mid march and I had the same nostalgic feeling  as if I had my exams the next day . The whole atmosphere in India around this time of the year is like this  . Heat , tuitions , tests , exams  and the never ending thirst for getting the ranks or atleast the coveted 90’s. The pressure as they say is at its peak , When every family wants their sons or daughters to be the rank holders . Because this is what will decide your entire life in this country .

I was at my home enjoying my vacations. The kid next door had his exams and I could clearly feel the chaotic calls , shouts and all warning sounds . Some years back It was me in his place . The whole family preparing on war footing for the D-day .  Everything would be arranged and taken care of  . The only expectation from this whole tantrum was the double digit number  which could be proudly bragged of ,when talking to friends and family . Anyways let me not get too much of a critic about this prevalent ritual in our country.

The D-Day came and the kid was all set , His mother came out reiterating If he had kept everything for the exam as if He was a US marine assigned to Afghanistan . This was like a full kit checkup before going to the front . The routine ended with an arti and offering of sweet curd , which was the only difference with the checks done by those Marines  .  It was already time and then came the swanky air conditioned sedan to escort him to the battlefield. The whole rush ended with the vehicle disappearing in  the next corner . I was just about to enter when  a young kid of about 15 years came to the main gate of our house . He was looking for some work and we wanted to get some garden work done. So the deal was made and he quickly cleaned up the whole area ,watered the plants, dumped the waste and asked me for the money . I asked him casually if he was attending school , the answer was yes . He was studying  in the 9^th grade in the local government school  . The whole morning episode prompted me to ask about his exams and like our little marine he too had his exams  . There was a 2 day break in between the papers and his family asked him to get some cash . I was glued to where I was standing literally frozen in time . I wanted to talk to him and ask about this whole little adventure that he and his family was doing . His name was Lucky and he was very keen in studying further and wanted to get into a stable bank job in future .  His smile and the glow on the face was  concealing the sheer compulsion that he had . His next paper was social sciences and he was more than confident of scoring high . In fact he had planned to work the next day too . I handed him the money and gifted him a pen too , that was the only thing that was coming to my mind at that point of time. He promised to do well in his next paper and went on for his next assignment.

Our little marine returned home in some time  , I was roaming outside only and the look on his face suggested that the battle was not won today .  I asked him about his exam , he was disheartened and told me that today was not this day , All the topics that he had practiced did not come . He said “I am not lucky enough” .The line immediately rang some bells in my brain . I consoled him for the next exam but somewhere inside I agreed with his line  , He was not lucky just could not be ‘lucky’ enough ever and probably won’t realize how it feels to be lucky.

Next time when somebody tells me that he or she was not lucky  , I am sure I would have to admit that they actually are not and can never be….