“Is it raining there?”

“Is it raining there?”
Yes, in my heart too…

I never had such a feeling of soothe,
I never heard your whisper go this fragile,

I never found drizzle’s sound any better!
I never felt any emotion, as piercing as you.

I never wish this sprinkle ever stop.
My dear, it is raining here, very hard.
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To know a 'special good' person!

“You don’t know me”,
It is true that;
I never knew you anything beyond my love.


“I’m not that good person as you think!”
I never had a false belief that there is some one
Equally as good as me, me and me! Oh!

“Don’t make me ‘that’ someone special in your life”
You were true; that I don’t deserve anything special!
Indeed, I’m aware that you didn’t mean I be worthy of any life!

"No coincidences will make the sun above shine brighter for me.
Nor the Omens will spark my blue moon’s wish."
Let me better know, who I’m, when your glow is missing.

but before -

“Let me try to know a different ‘special good’ person” -
Who is not you or neither me, but the distance;
That got widened from you to me!
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A Motivated Dream.

Dreams reveal a whole lot of things that makes you or me puzzled. Today was no other different day until I got pampered with a particular dream, which in a way, was a morale booster.

Its tweaked and faded blueprint starts from here -

A person whom I admired, abstained me from continuing a job that I was well desired for, he sacked me and drove me out. Some of my friends were sobbing with their heart, some were pacifying me, some were encouraging me, and some were praying for me in order to gift me the strength to prove what myself is I am.

Dumbstruck was I, left with no other option, packed my bag's back to home. Without enough money but with huge luggage I walked through the pavement of busy roads, weirdly alienated. Anything would prove less satisfactory for me unless it is my desire‘s unpacked!

But At times, when you yourselves are aware of the fact, the bloody fact, that you're not anymore in a herd makes you poignant enough to find your strength. You find a motivation from no where; you pick it from sand or clasp it from the breeze! But for sure, you’ll make a move.

I walked on. I had a meager meal. I searched for single room lodging. I found, I paid for it; I was on its wind swaying cot trying to gulp down some water from a steel jar. Spreading some old newspapers I lie down ignoring the decent delicate cot. “How I will get sleep? I’m getting drowned.” I said to my selves.

To be surprised I found a man hiding in that room. Before I was about to grow a mysterious fear, with a superfluous smile, finely hallmarking him, He asked, “Are you packing back home betraying your self?” I got perplexed. Erm…, I replied, “I’m No youngster than a confused lad of insipid dreams, and I myself furrowed my destiny to hell!”

The man continued smiling and said, “To hell? That sounds interesting!” you know, actually there is no one in hell, and who are in are peace lovers. All big rouges entered the heaven bribing and with corporate recommendations. In a way they’re making hell a better and peaceful place. You may even know the plight of some golden weddings which were made in heaven!

“So, you’re Lucky”, and he continued with a laugh -
“Make your Heaven out of the Hell!” he stopped laughing and walked out.

I want a day.

I want a day.

I don’t need any similar day.
I wouldn’t like to simplify the day,
Nor I would like to glorify the day
But I need a day.

I’m so mindful that this day should come along my way,
furthermore; it should carry away my woes.
It should be the day I dearly waited for.
I need this day.

I want to make most of the day.
I deliberately want this particular day.
I badly need this day.
I want today.

When will the road‘s get polished?

While I was at the school, it was a routine that, I got caught for not polishing the shoes.

Taking a schoolboy’s excuse, actually it was not my fault. I’ve to speed a long way from my home to the school. (1km was a little too long then) Trudging thorough the pothole filled road was almost equivalent to taking part in a mud rally. After Shock absorbing the path; when I reach the school, all the white things usually got yellow-balanced.

Unaware of these entire hardships, Paul sir blows his whistle signaling a mandatory lap around the football court after the morning assembly. Panting and scuffing down to earth, I and other ’victims’ disperse to the class with one big twisted ear. (The story continued, both pair of ears got equal chance to grow bigger than they thought)

Almost a decade and half after my morning marathons, twisted ears, and unpolished shoes; I’m dumbfounded to recognize the stunning fact that my ‘race track ‘is still unaltered! I only want to know whether Paul sir is still blowing his whistle and making Olympic track contenders, unknowingly.

How about planting a red rose, together?

“How about planting a red rose, together?”
The text was missing from my inbox;
No, I didn’t delete it.
I don’t know where to it got disappeared?
How I’ll find it? I don’t have a search button either!
Somehow I have to find it,
It was from my beloved’s heart.
I won’t let it go.
Oh! I realise by now, ‘all it was a sleepy dream…’
“How about planting it in my next morning dream, together?”

MY MOVE.

I’ve no other Dream to invoke me,

I’ve no other Happiness to inspire me;

My inspiration is my Dreamy Happiness.

All it happens once for a while,

To take back all that happened for vile.

I’m inspired to rebuke me for the reason,

I wasn’t I am.

I’m inspired to revive me for the reason,

I’ve to be I am.

On the groove, I’ve to impel MY MOVE.