Dream and Kisses.

If dream is the fulfillment of a wish,
I hadn’t lost my love.
My kisses aren’t undelivered.

If dream is an omen,
I was forced to betray my love.
My kisses would've been wafting in the air.

If dream is- just a mere dream,
I’d had a sweet little inspiring life.
My kisses will transmigrate!

If dream is just a remainder that I’m in a sleep,
I bet, I’ve the habit of writing in the sleep,
Kissing too…

If dream is to foresee your life,
I pray; I don’t see it.
I’ve no more kisses to play with.

If dream is to inspire,
I wish, I’m always in it.
Kisses will be strawberry sweet.

If dream itself is an imagination,
I would like to awake, from the life I’m in.
And from the Kisses I’ve imagined.
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Conceptualize the moment.

The magic in you, the essence of being you at this moment is vital.
Your conflicts within – the concept you yourself are, clash vigorously,
And at times it misleads you and takes you to the wily point of deception,
At the moment, Search for tears in your eyes.

If you find a globule of it, cry; think for a conceptual change.
Revamp yourself. Break all theories you believed until.
Sleep today. See tomorrow in a new light.
Continue to live.

Again make concepts. Be in conflict. Break it.
Break and make.
Conceptualize the living seconds.
Evolve within.
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Care for whom?

Whom do you care for?
Who are you to be cared?
Why do you live to prove a point, or two?
What is there in proving? Move on.

Why are you anxious to foresee your tomorrow,
When you’re chewing it now?
Isn't it your desire, your willingness to live,
when others compel you to flee?

Take it as the courage; you gained fighting against all odds.
Let other’s blabber. Stand alone.
Winners always stride alone.
Live. Care for whom?
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17” Life.

I’ve reduced my world to 17”. The screen size of my computer. My window to the world of ceaseless liberty. My friends live inside it and I’m no exception. I meet my friends here. They’ve been thumbnailed to photo grids or more obscurely hiding inside tiny little green or red spheres. Inside my monitor, I share the space with them; even if not I share my heart! (At times male egoist’s stand by their words)

They are been constantly updated. They pop out, poke, proclaim, and publicize the privacy – their formal invitation to sneak in. Being a voyeur, I peep in every Tom’s and Tina’s space. Everyone speaks out, try to do the little mischief's what they can do, ignoring who were they yesterday. I could see lovely expressions and emotions ‘bill-boarded’ here, to which I can hardly close my eyes to.

Even if I’m alone, sitting inside my shabby-dingy room, I’m open to a screen world where my friends are waiting for me, to see my green sphere glow. Isn’t it a feel of high spirits? Whatever it may be, if I wish; I’m not alone anymore. There is someone to talk. Some faces to see, some thoughts to re-think, someone ready to receive my whack, smack or kisses virtually. Is there any better place available?

I’m happy inside my new world. My globe is box shaped and my map is square. Even though I miss my playground, my jogging track and the evening park blabs, I’m very much comfortable staring to the screen. Along with my friends inside, I make my life a big scrap, a colorful graffiti on the wall - painted against the gravity of life. I transcend to a human being worth no emotions.
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God – be in my heart, be alive.

God, are you alive?
Why do you incarnate as bullets and reincarnate as bombs?
Why do you explode?
What message are you giving?
God – please be human!

Oh God, come down to earth,
Practice humanity, be an atheist!
Open your eyes, to see, what really heaven is; when people smile.
God – be in my heart, be alive.
I’m a human being.
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