Neo Imaginations

Neoimaginations I ran and ran, when tired I walked and walked but kept going ahead. I never stopped. I never reposed. A meanwhile halt would have corrupted the tempo. Moving was a trend and trend is life. But then I turned my head sideways. Sideways to share my joy of moving ahead, sideways to see my people my folk with whom I started. But I was alone. I was running in solitude. No one to cheer, no one to smile in cohesion. Suddenly the joy of tempo punctured like an inflated tire. The destination no longer lingered on my mind. The hollowness sustained, persisted. Now I was running but halfheartedly. Suddenly the lights, the glitters on my way were flickering and then diminishing. Deep in my heart I knew I was walking in dark. The lights so far were all my illusion, I was in a hallucination. The realization of truth was coming now. Sometimes we see things better in dark. Light always don’t help us. Darkness sometimes does. So now I know; I can either run ahead in...

  Utopia ( Meaning- an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. ) Often we pass the best days of our lives craving for something called Utopia. For us the perfect world never exist, We are always in short of small and big things. We are always in short of time, occasion, opportunities, money, love and all that we can afford not to have. And over the time the addiction for this hope goes so insane that we feel at peace with this feeling of longingness for something we don't have. We love to imagine ourselves in short of n number of things, until "One day''.                                       Until one day something goes wrong with the things we already had. Until the equilibrium we were living with gets disturbed, until we lose something we always had but never valued. That is when we pray almighty for normalcy. Normalcy with which we were living t...

I am for you and you are for me, we knew this right from the first day of our formal interaction. At this crucial stage of life I am 6000 miles away from you but its my call and i don't have a choice. Sorry for i m not with you. Even more sorry for the reason that your people and my people are not there with you. It was supposed to be like this but we have the art of survival and that too a happy one so we will sail until we reach the destiny of togetherness. Its just a testing time and we ll have some more to sail through. One day on the horizon we ll see a sun as bright as our hopes and a moon as calm as our patience. That day the day will be more bright and the night little more cool. I have a faith, a faith that is unconditional, just like our love.                                          ---- Dedicated to my sweet wife surviving in the summer of India.

Me and my better half waiting for the lab test report. The medico finally returns with a smile and says " Congratulations ".  That one word sends me to catch 22 situation. Within seconds the patch files of fatherhood  is automatically updated in me to suit the situation. We were going gaga...                       At the outset of being a father !  Aah ! What a feeling ? How will i ever be able to express the virgin feeling of what it feels like to be knowing that you are going to be a father in few months time. Its eternal. I never imagined the vicarious joy of people becoming father until the very knock came at my door. You cannot ever associate and relate to this feeling until you become one. You need time to take such big shot news where you and your wife are the lead protagonist. A biological credential to your union. A child in the making that would bear resemblance of both of you. Its eupho...

My Secret place, my muse, my solace!  How much I love to come to you?  When I am sad and broken -- you revamp me to face it all again. I know we speak; I know places speak to people. After my first post on this blog, I was striving hard to write the next. But nothing was conclusive enough to be presented. And now, when I was determined to sleep after my breakfast due to previous night commitment, this thought did not permit me to. It kept on coming to my mind until I got up and settled to write. Though the place I am gonna talk about is far from my reach and I haven't been to it for a long long time but still my previous engagements with the place have been memorable and spiritual. It is dedicated to that secret, eccentric place I was once romancing with. The place I am talking about is a few miles away from my modern campus where I was living once. A branched path from the main road led to this place. It was away from time and people. No one visited it anymo...