dreams and reality

For many, it is a place to flee from and for several others it now brings misfortune- the huge tidal waves and the tempests always take away the lives of millions. But to me,the sea is always a dream. The horizon seems unreachable and so far away,and I love to think of life as an attempt to get nearer to it…where the sea and sky blend into one another..where differences will dissolve and everything inside me is unified into a supreme serenity; where even sorrow,grief and pain shall converge into strength and make me smile. As I said always, the sea was where I could find tranquility juxtaposed with tempestousness……. I would love to walk on the wet sands…leaving footprints in the sand. With the cool fresh sea breeze on my face, I dream of sauntering along the shores while carrying out an aimless conversation, conscious of the lovely sensation as I let the chill winds play with my hair and make it dance.I see the eagles far above circling me as if mocking at me that I can never have the perspective that they have.A few metres away…the catamarans anchored….emaciated,gaunt and tired human forms smiling as they glance into their fishing nets –at their booty….content…as they walk into their huts to feed their families. Little kids playing with the shells in the sands. The vendor with his dirty oil lamp desperately trying to sell me his overcooked peanuts. It is a very ordinary scene and yet so strikingly simple and that in itself makes it exquisite.
The snoring behind me jolts me back to my present. Strange that now I feel I need it to put me to sleep. A look askance brings my cell phone into view telling me that this is indeed a dream –as always. I see walls around me. The ambience is no more fresh, natural and so full of energy. I trudge on hard cement and see buildings all around me. It’s the hi-tech world. Everything I see around me feels foreign. Life is so fast that I just get a glimpse of things for a fleeting moment. Everything here is evanescent. Speed kills. It kills the beauty that I long to discover in all that I see. The simple and happy people have been replaced by weird esoteric hypocritical souls. Landscapes have changed and old skins have to be shed. But in all this, there are a few priceless moments that shall remain. The selfless love in my mother’s eyes as she bade me goodbye…my sister’s innocent affection when she would hug me every single morning when I was at home…the odd phone calls my friend makes to narrate all her weird experiences….my paints, my books, my music, my diary, my room, the solitude, my thoughts, my space, my self……This is an ode to my true companions…I am happy that I have discovered them at last.


This might seem a lil out of place…but this is the best birthday wish I had-
The beauty of humans lies in the change which occurs within them. It is called metamorphosis. The reason why Butterflies are nice is coz they still have that soft caterpillar's heart.....Same way, I hope that this year you become a butterfly with pretty colored wings but with the same soft heart that you always had....