Total Eclipse of the heart!

New year is about to start..herald a new beginning with a trumpet but sadly it rings no bell for me. The sunshine..the rays of hope it emitted is lost in the ashes of the dead fire. Its a total eclipse of the heart. No future no going back..the turmoil within..what will be will be !!! the fear lurking in the corner of the eyes..questions on the lips..is this our dream or is it the end of it?? Only time will tell.. New year bringing hopes alive or New year  sealing our chapter closed..

A total Eclipse of our Heart!

Sunshine in my Eye!: Wind of Change!

Sunshine in my Eye!: Wind of Change!: Have I woken up or am I still sleeping as in a daze that takes you no where!! sleep walker i would term it..walking with closed eyes and clo...

Wind of Change!

Have I woken up or am I still sleeping as in a daze that takes you no where!! sleep walker i would term it..walking with closed eyes and closed minds. Is this the dream we dreamt for our new generation or are we still not there?? A sleepless state of mind that goes numb with pain..stabbed time and again by your own ...We are facing the challenges of the winds of Change..a wind that moans with cries of anguish and hearts filled with sorrow.A wind that beckons but once you saunter in  you are engulfed in the whirlwind of hardships..but isn't Revolution another name of sacrifice?? A tornado of years of turbulence and broken dreams?? Time to wake up and face the harsh wind outside..Time to enter the depths of miles and miles of charged clouds where your only hope is your auto pilot.. or your own instinct to guide you. Even that automated hope is also no more your option..Maybe you have no more options left to land some where in the middle also..Maybe it may also take years of an unfulfilled mission to no where. A time may also arrive that you might have to drop your tanks and guards and leave hopes of ever pushing your landing gears..but thats only maybe..a grim picture of what our generation can do in their dying stage but look at the brighter picture..wont we be the saviors of our next nestlings??? Giving them our dreams and releasing them  to fly on their own ..in the clear skies that will take them higher and higher to places where we once dreamt of!! Before that dream realizes we have to face this Wind of Change like our forefathers did...get engulfed in this tornado now or forever lose hope of any rainbow after the rainstorm.

Sunshine in my Eye!: Gliders in the skies!

Sunshine in my Eye!: Gliders in the skies!: Some time back a new movie that really inspired me to think and rethink about life was this Indian movie,'Zindagi na Milegi Dobara". Althoug...

Gliders in the skies!

Some time back a new movie that really inspired me to think and rethink about life was this Indian movie,'Zindagi na Milegi Dobara". Although the theme was almost the same that I repeat in my writings...the urge to live life at the fullest but one song that really took me by awe was the 'Khawabon kay Parinday'. You know it took me to years back when I wrote this little piece of poetry called, 'Broken Wings'..a melodramatic appeal to release me from all the restrictions that exist in our closed society..little that I thought at that stage was that the wings are never cut off .Its our selves who think that a bird inside us cannot fly in the open skies.There is so much to see, feel and do in this world that we may glide on and on and the unending skies will take us to the end of the rainbows..places where our minds have never even flown or thought of reaching. Its the bird inside us that has to take wings..take the courage to dive down or take off to new directions. We have to let go of our restrictions inside us holding us back to try new worlds, new horizons, new beginnings.Be a glider that just skims the skies without speed controls...just steer your controls to take the best options available to us and life will offer us the best. Till the time that bird inside is released to fly like a skimming glider we will keep feeling like a bird with cut off wings. You  see no one but ourselves is the pilot of our own destiny.Its only the will to survive and fight back and the hope to live life and appreciate the little things it offers us.We keep taking paths that lead us to only materialistic hoardings..never ever taking into account that happiness does not lie in material belongings..it comes from little things as compassion, appreciation, love and care.Like a pressed rose will never exude the same fragrance or colour.It is only the wild rose that grows on the mountain crannies that will give us more pleasure to attain it because then we will know the worth of attaining it with so many hardships.   The choice is yours..Be the glider that flies with birds of the same feather and enjoys the hardships of life to find true happiness or be a caged bird who thinks she/he will never ever be able to touch the skies or even know how it feels to enjoy the cold slashes of air against our faces..!!