Helplessness. Loneliness. Impertinence.

My helplessness becomes my evergreen shade to me.

The sand through I walk becomes my only soothe to live.

The faint light of the night becomes my narrow hope to next day.

The slim crescent becomes the modish soothsayer.

My loneliness becomes my untried meditation.

The dry leaves falling to my room becomes my unsung requiem of friendship.

The wind that seeps through my broken window becomes my lady for the day.

The musty room I laze becomes my dishevelled castle of dreams.

My impertinence to bright world outside is the contempt of my forefathers.

The quaint smile which I bore is my act of shrewd discretion.

The impatience makes me a half done man.

The arrogance reduces me to a filthy ash in a tray.

Helplessness. Loneliness. Impertinence.

The threesome is taking me for a wild unexperienced stroll.

Do you have the ticket?

We often keep dreams. We love to see ourselves in a better position than we are now. We live hoping that one day we will be fine; may be the finest among the group around us. At times, we all are the same. But have you ever bought the ticket to win your dreams? wondered?

There is an old joke in Italy, It goes like this - There was a poor man who always prayed in  front of the saint to win him a lottery. Everyday he did this in front of the huge marble structure. One day the exasperated saint appeared before the man and said: “Look man, I’ll make you win the lottery, but first you buy a ticket!” The saint disappeared.

Aren’t we all awaiting our luck with no amount of effort being put into actualisation of our dreams? Aren’t we all the same? Just give a thought.
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( 'Ticket story' taken from the movie, 'EAT. PRAY.LOVE'.)