Encounters with Reality

Sometimes you diverge from predefined path. You have in mind consequences of such divergence. But what turns out of that change of decision is something you had wished to experience, but remained unaccomplished. So it is about morning, it is about realization of a poem which is part of hidden corners of heart and it is rare concurrence with sense of beauty. I had planned to get down at dadar. I had sufficient amount of baggage with me to keep me worrying throughout the time I was in local train. The crowd at the door of local training, waiting with practiced eagerness to get down at dadar, confirmed my fear. I could have easily got down with crowd, but then shapes and sizes of food items I had would have became drastically different from what they used to be. So I did some tome management calculations in mind, estimated the risk of being caught by ticket checker at station and decided to get down at next station. And with some surprise, after 10 minutes of this decision, I found m

i woke up in the morning and soon realize that my dream is missing... i search around, and i found traces of its sudden but certain disappearance. i cry, then i think, i console myself, that no loss is ultimate. the whole day, my eyes tried, but in vain, friends, my dream disappeared. i heard my steps singing a song, i read poems walking beside me. i talked even with breeze and i shared my secrets even with street-lamps. dream assured me, that whatever i will do it will be beautiful. dream itself told me that it will fade one day, but it whispered in my ears when i cried at though of its departure, " when separation is certain, you can live every moment. if dream lives forever who will chase it". i was assured with words and now, dream has lost and my ears still hears it. i am not so hurt by the loss, dreams i have lost before. i am hurt because its been long before i had dream. and, now i fear i will not permit any dream in future. dreams compel to live, and living com