Dream Come true

Its the twinkling of the stars
Its the shimmering of the sun
Its the drizzling of the rain

Its the breaking of the dawn
Its the falling of the night
Its the pleasure of love

Its the mumble of rainbows
Its the charm of winds
Its the calm of sea

Its a moment to rejoice
Its a picture to admire
its afterall a dream come true

Abbey Road

At times I sit back in my room and wonder
My life would have been so much more simpler

If only I had owned a hotel
Which would take care of my earnings total

The life of me and my honey pie
Would always be as easy as a pie

I would choose a location hilly and nice
Would be surrounded on all side with fields of rice

The walls, the floor and roof shall all be wooden
While the music shall ensure none of my guests remain sullen

The service at the hotel shall always be great
And I shall treat each guest as my very dear mate

To all my departing guests I shall present a souvenir
Of all the good times they spent here, it shall act as a reminder

I would love to name it Abbey Road
While Sgt. Pepper’s Club would be my own humble abode

All the year round we would celebrate and be merry
Burden of tensions and worry I shall never carry

Coz my hotel would be the one giving me all the money
While I shall live a life long honeymoon with my honey

PS : To celebrate 45th anniversary of Beatles getting the MBE!

Dream Girl

Dreams are the most essential part of a human’s survival, they are what drive us. Some men say, dreams are the most important things in life. Dreams with closed eyes are a wonderful experience taking you away to a world very different from your own, while you are engulfed in the sweet and wonderful world of sleep. Dreaming with open eyes is more often than not supposed to be a forte of crazy people or ones under some influence. Yet what do you say when you experience a dream unfolding right in front of your eyes.

Almost a decade has passed since that glorious afternoon, I dont remember any details about the day as in which day or month it was. Jogging my memory, i understand that it was a similar winter day like today, although that being Lucknow and this being Hyderabad, you wouldnt find much similarities in the temperature, yet the diffused sunlight is one which again reminds me of that day.

The day I saw that face! All our lives we are surrounded by faces left,right and center, some of them we see daily, some rarely, some of them we love, some we hate and some we cant live without. And yet there are many faces which we just see for an instant,a moment, after which the person passes away from your sight and most probably from your memory. And yet some faces, those rather scarce leave an impression on you, an impression which even 6 years later is strong enough.

I remember the day as being a chilly winter day, the types that you would generally expect in the great Indo-Gangetic plains! Fog blocked the morning sun from shining at its fullest until 1-2pm, which is when you would finally have a look at that glorious yellow visitor. In india, unlike the west, which longs for the spring. Winter is supposed to be the romantic season, the season of the cold winds, of pullovers and jackets. When you could finally roam the streets at day time, after being forced indoors due to sweltering summers and the pouring rains! When you could really look good without all the sweat dripping off your face.

It was in such romantic settings that I saw her, who has remained just a ‘Her’ in my life, although one who’s memory has stood a test of time, which many names werent able to! I have often heard the term Dream Girl but never met someone who could inspire the same amount of excitement and wonder as only a dream Girl would do!

I dont know if there was a strange love potion, but for just the first and last time in my life I was flummoxed at someone’s beauty! Girls, I claim to have seen many, and a fair share of them were good (talking about days before Hyderabad) and some just blew me away. You ask me to describe how she looked, I would never be able to do full justice to that lady, yet she was a beauty beyond dreams and hopes.

The eyes which were of such a hazy shade of green and blue that you could have felt it was a torquiose floating in the blue sky. The flowing manewhich was of a golden brown colour, the delicate shade between the very light and very dark of browns could alone have made you a zealot, the length of hair alone could have choked you in her love. Traces of makeup none on the face, you could see the sunlight falling on that fairsest skin, and the shivers I had running through my body were unparallaled. I was shook, i was taken aback, i was amazed, wondered at her beauty. If i coud ever design someone the most beautiful in this world, she would have to be the one. That one moment awakened in me a belief, a belief that wonders can happen.

And as we all know dreams dont come true in real life, I have no idea who she was, where she came from and where she went, but when i came out of that stupor, she wasnt there. I saw her in the conference hall once again, mesmerized by her beauty and yet I did neither have the guts nor the intent of approaching her, to date I dont know what stopped me but it was something I hadn’t felt before!

Beauty is among the most subjective thing in universe, my dream girl could be just average for someone, (i can assure you no one could call her ugly or anything) but for me she would be the one who introduced me to The Word

A Poet’s Dream

It seems like ages since I have written and published a poem on my blog. So here I am back with another, so all the poetry haters , you can close the tab if you want to, though I wouldnt like that…

back in the realms of my dream
where i can ride the wheels of fantasy
i wish to do it all
pursue the things that my power wont suffice

i wish to capture the essence of nature in my words
want the paper on which I write to smell of happiness
thinking of capturing the spirit of music in my poem
hope to catch the dance all so beautiful in the curves of my writing
plan to display the free spirit of gale in the confines of this poem
hold the the eternity of the ocean in each and every small character
paint the rainbow afresh with the colours of my imagination
create a land far far away from civilization
write the words bright enough to rival 1000 suns

this is what i wish to do
this is the dream i dare to dream, a poet’s dream

Song of the Day:- Dr. Robert by Beatles

PS1:- Had an awesome weekend, watched 5 movies on saturday and spent sunday with family..

PS2:- Its the Euro Cup final today.. but am too tired to wake up.. >75 kms driving is something for a day..

PS3:- Btw wrote 3 poems on the day I wrote this.. Fuckin net wasnt working so had to do something for time pass.. but don’t think will bore my readers with the rest of them.

PS4:- Indian batting going great guns… Lets hope they keep this form

PS5:- Just have a look at the amount of jewellery this lady is wearing, she is the daughter of none other than our very own Dawood Bhai.. Have been planning to put it on blog for last 5-6 posts but always keep forgetting!! I just hope her neck is not burdened by the amount of jewellery!!

Love at First Sight – II

Contd from here…

It sure was love at first sight, I have never felt the same for any girl. The first time I looked at her. It was something special; it was like the metaphorical bells were really ringing for me. It was one of the most beautiful feelings I have ever had for somebody just at the first glance, looking her for the first time I could have felt the blood rushing and gushing into my heart and the thumping of my heart could have deafened me. If ever there ever was an angel for me in this world, it couldn’t have been any one else. If girls have their knight in shining armour for whom they wait for ages, then the girl in front was my princess in Golden Dress, the one who could complete all my love stories…..

After losing her once, I couldn’t let this happen again and I started running towards her mustering all the strength and adrenaline bursts I could.

I reached out and tapped gently on her shoulder, she turned her head with a gentle swish of her beautiful hair and at that instant none of us needed say any word. I just looked into her eyes and could see the feelings replicated in her eyes. Her eyes spoke the volumes which our combined voices wouldn’t have spoken in our years of existence in this world.

The magical marquee was lifted when I realised the fact that people of my team (Microsoft) were looking at us and whispering among themselves. After waking up from this combined dream we found ourselves being stared by a plethora of people. Without any utterance of syllables from any of the lips, the line of thought was conveyed that the place wasn’t right to get lost in the dreamy world of love so we decided to make a quick escape. Few quite moments of walking in hurried pace, I realized that I hadn’t even spoken to her and didn’t even know her name. I tried to pop up the question but my throat was too dry to speak out, finding me looking at her, she did the favour herself by saying the name in the most magical voice I had ever heard…(Well ok, it wasnt the most magical voice but at that time it felt something special)

Just at that moment, her father came, from I don’t know where and she started going with him . Perhaps it was the adrenaline which was still pumping in my body or may be it was the effect of love, but whatever it was, it wasnt one of the wisest decision on my part to ask her father if she could be with me for some time while they were there at the place and she could go with him when they were leaving. Not the wisest of actions to take at any time but the good samaritan Cupid seemed to be wroking overtime for my sake as the man instead of cursing me like hell (which was to be expected), just smiled at me. I am pretty sure that Cupid was working overtime here. First you have such an encounter and then the father of the girl smiles at you at such a preposterous proposition. This can’t ever happen without blessings from above, and I was having abundance of them.

Most of the things after this passed in a daze with details being of negligible interest to me or her. The only thing I seem to remember is the fact that we came to a fridge (the ones which are kept in MS and are stacked with cold drinks) and I had a bottle of Maaza while talking nothing specific as such with none of us having any thing to about with both being completely ignorant of each other except the name part and the looks department.

This is all what I can remember before my eyes opened and I found myself sleeping in a bed at Lahari Resort… Ya this was a dream after all… How can such things be real, but I am not giving it up yet. She was an unknown and she sprang up in my dream from nowhere and the main thing being her face was all clear not blurry as it generally happens in dreams, the face which most unfortunately I dont remember much now. For the first time in my life, on that morning I regretted the fact that I wasnt a good sketcher, if I were, I could have etched that face which was still fresh in my mind that time, but now I am left with no other option but to remember her pink top…

I for one am taking this as a signal from God that something is gonna happen (ain’t that ever optimistic!!), just kidding!! But one thing which has happened after this dream is that now I can’t outrightly reject the notion of “Love at First Sight” coz even though it happened in a dream but I really felt something special which might happen in 1 out of million cases and I am lucky to experience this feeling (doesnt matter even if it was in dream but I will cherish it).

PS1:- Kunal now you know why it was tagged Dream, You are the only one who acknowledged the fact.
PS2:- If ppl had read that comment I left on my previous post, then this wouldnt have been such a mystery.
PS3:- Wanted to stop the post this time when her father come but would have been myself bored with continuing same thing 3 times, I dunno how people write shows.
PS4:- I will call this experience as “Pseudo” Love at First Sight.

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Love at First Sight

One of the most used phrases in the history of mankind. Many a times, in the movies, we see the characters of the movies falling for each other, the first time they see each other and afterwards the life for them is just a joy ride. I never could believe in love at first sight, how preposterous can it be to fall in love without, leave apart knowing, talking to each other.

But suddenly the idea doesn’t seem that weird now, after what happened yest… It sure was love at first sight, I have never felt the same for any girl. The first time I looked at her. It was something special; it was like the metaphorical bells were really ringing for me. It was one of the most beautiful feelings I have ever had for somebody just at the first glance, looking her for the first time I could have felt the blood rushing and gushing into my heart and the thumping of my heart could have deafened me. If ever there ever was an angel for me in this world, it couldn’t have been any one else. If girls have their knight in shining armour for whom they wait for ages, then the girl in front was my princess in Golden Dress, the one who could complete all my love stories.

I could also see her smiling back at me and if ever there was a time when I wished for the Gods to descend upon the earth and stop the sun from moving and the clocks from ticking then there couldn’t have been any other, but this was not to be, she passed away in a whiff leaving me wretched and heart-broken while me being too dumbfounded to even move a sinew couldn’t go and stop her.

But Gods can’t be so cruel to you if the matters are so grave and after running here and there frantically looking for traces of her and trying to smell the air of her presence, I finally found her looking here and there as if searching for something or somebody she had lost. The butterflies in my stomach had turned into giant mammoths by now and I was feeling as if instead of the cool air rushing from the A.C., it was the inside of a kiln I was standing in with my body feeling as if a fever raging inside me was trying to burn me like the fires of hell. After losing her once, I couldn’t let this happen again and I started running towards her mustering all the strength and adrenaline bursts I could.

TO BE CONTD…..

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