A dreamer!

“Let your dreams be alive. Don’t bury them within you”

Once in a blue moon, he arrives from nowhere, plays a game, startles the world, make us speechless, creates the history, leaves a legacy and goes nowhere. He just leaves a mark making our heart shiver and boiling every drop of blood in the body.

  He is a sun. Every morning he rises up, scatter the rays, reaches the climax, penetrates the deep rooted belief and sets down. He waits for the moon, giving him the complete power and just observe. Next day, again he rises up to make us sure that he is there. But, that one day is worth a century. He comes just to remind us that there exists that one day.

  He is a dreamer. He dreams of the things that you even don’t dare in your wildest dream. He dreams of the things that were tagged impossible. He comes out with a new passion, a new fire. He knows anybody can give up and he also knows that he is not that anybody.

He was a freak. A moron. He sounded crazy. He used to be an odd crane. He was called a dumb.

And now, he himself is a history. He is a stone found deep inside the ocean which you’re never gonna reckon. An idiot is now a wise person. A blunt knife, now has a sharp edge.

That nerd 😀

Mr. Dreamer, oh dreamer!!


“It’s a trust that holds you together”

It doesn’t have to be a fully planned trap, neither a fully packed rage. It’s just a word-a single word that can make you apart; that it can be the sole block between you and her. It can shatter the dreams that you were having. It can make you the person, who you never were.

It can change you.

It can metamorphose you.

No, it’s not a revenge. It’s just a single word. The sleepless nights turn into a memory. The countless affection that you have had change into a neutral hatred.

You needn’t to say who you are. It justifies itself. You are having the rage. It’s reflecting in your blinking eyes. It can’t be concealed.

It makes you a rebel. Yes, a single word which you have never imagined to hear, even not in your wildest dream, makes you to do so.

You don’t know the source from where and when , it emerged. But you are very sure, it was from the person whom you trusted most. It was by the person with whom you’ve always dreamt of sharing everything. It was from the one who never was deceptive.

That simple word has the vigorous power to make you move on. You’d never imagined. But it’s real.

Yet, remember you gotta move on.

Go ahead!

Can learning be any cooler?

You learned and you forgot ‘cause you were never learning

The sea of desks and benches; crowded hallways and stairs, plus shitty cafeteria food.

And on top of that, the demarcation of students according to their grades. It would especially suck when you are a regular poor grader. A class full of nerds or a class full of dumb-dumbs. Isn’t your school?

Do you think your school could be any cooler than that? Of course they can because they are to begin with.

Now let us imagine a school where one would want to be. Even though, the words cool and school rhymes, they never go well together, not conventionally. But with a little bit imagination, we might come with some ideas, that might just make your school cool, even though they never will be.

For instance, I would want school that would allow the students to demarcate themselves; a school of freewill where the school provides classes on various subjects and the students only attend the ones they are interested in.

The school of freewill, in my opinion, can sharpen the skill of students, not just make them memorize the bullshits which you are never going to see again. You would feel free to say anything to anybody and not feel sorry. You would discover yourself and act accordingly. The lectures wouldn’t be the sleeping tablet.

You wouldn’t be called a donkey or a monkey. Even though you hear, you would make it more funnier. You wouldn’t be learning the book- instead you would be tearing it into twenty pieces and throw it in dustbin. You would be more creative. You would be a well-educated lion not the well-trained one.

Your school could be a better place.

But, Is that possible?

Yes its possible only if you are a day-dreamer!

Life in each Moment!!

“Live in the life of moment!”

Every time it ticks a second, you are losing a moment- the moment that can’t be called back. You are literally slipping away your life. Life is a compiled book of these numerous moments that may or mayn’t have a connection among one another. But its sureshot that each moment comprises The life within it.

See, the moment that lasts not even for a second has a whole lively life; where you born and die simultaneously. Are these precious moments caught or let slip away? Fine, it’s up to you.

Dare  not to live through the same routine and call it a life. Dare to live in fractions of second. Dare to live millions of life in a lifetime. Every second it passes, you lived a life and you gonna  enjoy another.

Dare to be a firm player!


           “She made me realize that I wasn’t there.”

For my whole life, I chased a butterfly- tried to catch her but everytime I failed.

She came from distant away, roamed around my petals, sat on them and withered me. I thought, I had the power to make her attract towards me. I was wrong- completely wrong. She came to sit on me because she was in need. However, I was immensely pleased at the very moment. Just her momentary sitting arouse me heavenly feelings. I felt as if I was lost in paradise. That eternal joy- I wanted to pack up in a box and close for millions of days to come. I never wanted it to be ceased. I wished to make the butterfly stuck with me forever. But, it never happened.

After a while, she flew away. I tried to run after her but I realized my arms were not long enough to get her. I hadn’t grown up. I saw her flying away flapping her wings- flap flap. I couldn’t help myself than watching her going.

She went and sat on the next flower. I envied it. I wished to uproot it and break into hundred and hundreds of pieces. But I could do nothing.

Once again, I saw her coming towards me. As previously, she sat on me but this time hurriedly. She wrapped herself with my huge colorful petals. Holy Christ, that was the best feeling ever. I knew, she had been attacked by enemy and had come to be saved. Whatsoever the reason was, I was glad that she chose me. And again, she flew away. Once again, she left me with heavy-heart. I, one more time, missed her mocking signal.

After that, she never returned back. I reckon, her swerving had bid a goodbye, which I couldn’t see. One more time, I lost her. I tried to lose myself to be found by her but it remained as a mere wish. Though I lost myself, she didn’t come to search for me.

I closed my eyes not to get a sight of her but I couldn’t close my heart not to feel about her.  All I saw was a butterfly- she remained only as a butterfly!

Lost in society!!

“You were never born. They never let you to born.”

“Son, who will you be, when you grow up?”

“Albert Einstein”

“Great doctor”




“Prime minister”

These used to be the replies when we were little kids. We did have different and vast visions.  We didn’t know what doctor means, nor we knew how to be a doctor, but as we saw a doctor dressed in fancy clothes, driving a luxurious car, each time praised by our parents and we made a mindset “I will be a doctor.”

We were the birds flying freely in the open sky. We had great dreams. Really great. We had the eagerness to make man fly in air, to make great discoveries, to earn huge amount of money, to lead the country, to be a great businessman, to be the best soccer. We were unknown to this world.

Whatever we used to see, we didn’t observe, we just saw it without any filter.

But, as we grew up, we became more and more familiar with this wordly living. We became conscious of where we were.

We started to be mature. And then, slowly our dreams narrowed. Although our interests expanded, real interests narrowed. We started to see change. We metamorphosed. We tried to fit in the society. We, then, began to think as the rest thought. We wore, as others were wearing. We listened to the music, which others were listening. We discovered our hobbies as others were having.

We got to know new places, that were visited centuries ago. We saw an old face but didn’t recognize it. We didn’t see a known face in stranger land, rather we saw a stranger face in known land. We followed the others.

Our likes and dislikes were conditioned by others. Anyhow, we made an escape and went to fit timidly in the society. Our dreams changed, aspirations changed. We lost ourselves. We chased through the path, that had been paved by others.

We were not “we”. Neither we were “them”. Tragedy is, we were no one. We were neither at this bank, nor at the other. We were at the middle of a river, on a small boat. Even it was rented. We didn’t have the guarantee of our living. Flood would destroy us anytime.

Time passed so quickly that we even didn’t realize we were changed. We even didn’t get to know where we were standing.

We did, what others said and asked for their own benefits. We became what others wanted to see us. We didn’t take risks. We feared of others. We feared to stand alone. We feared to hear our inner callings. We feared of everything. We were lost-Lost in the society.

And eventually, we saw an old man with white hair in the mirror and realized we played it safe. Life was over.

Then, we just did a single task- regret! Regret of following the crowd blindly, regret of not doing what we could do, regret of not being true to ourselves, regret of craving, regret of not taking risks, regret of playing it safe, regret of choosing.

In a nutshell, we regretted of not living the life that we have always dreamed of. Summing up, we didn’t live at all. For the whole life, we followed and followed and followed.

And at the deathbed, we made a single wish “I may go back to relive my lost life again.”


Sometimes, we feel as if we are dead. Completely down.

We can’t stand on our own feet. The world becomes miserable and so does our life. We become rigid stone to be moved ahead. Our dreams shatter. We lose everything. Past and future merge into the present and we travel into the single time, this time, this misery. We become a lone tree in a dense forest.

Nobody gives a hand of support. We, then, are isolated. Everyone turn their faces seeing at us.

We walk a lonely road. Then there comes, these As to accompany us, to guide us, to be a part of our misery. These As– special persons – the god’s messenger. They come like the breeze and sweep away our agony.

These As don’t let us down again. They help us to hold the umbrella. When they see us swimming, they jump into the water without caring about the depth of water. They trust us. They care for us.

On the other hand, sometimes we are immensely cheerful. Our happiness exceeds the boundary. We feel like dancing on the road. And then we see a cheerful face coming to share our happiness. Again these As come and make us realize that real joy lies within us.

Or sometimes we’ve just ordinary life. We move on as the time passes. And again As come like wind and stuck to our life. They compel us to think out of the box.

In one or other way, these As come to our life. These special people. These special friends. They become the important gadget of the life. The leave an un erasable mark, for which we are indebted for our whole life. They don’t judge us. Whatsoever the situation is, they never forget to endeavor to bring a smile on our face.

We row the same boat, but yet the boat moves ahead cause we don’t row in different directions.

A text of ‘good morning’ is enough from them. That makes our day better. They make us feel as if we have known to them from centuries ago. They make us feel the worthiest person in the whole world. They don’t question about our past, neither worry about future. They make our present presence.

They don’t care what we’ve been for; they care what we’re for.

These As don’t ask why we’re crying, they simply join our crying. They sob. They and we, together climb the tree but the one who reaches the top is us. They remain below us to hold when we fall down. They sit with us at the middle of a big desert and listen to our gossips. They don’t get bothered. Perhaps they pretend of not being.

They needn’t have to reply to our talks; just only listening excites our heavenly feelings. We needn’t have to ask them for favor. They complete it before asking. They are our mind reader. They never betray us. Even their betrayal happens to be for our own sake. They never let us feel we’re alone.

However, they sometimes are not less than Charlie chaplain. They make us laugh the hell out of us. They call during our class hours just to make our phone seized. They make us feel jealous. They make us feel angry. But above all they are our friends. Our companions. They deserve it.

Being an introvert, I never am able to make much friends. I am not among the tagged ‘sociable people’. I admit it. I don’t make friends because I fear that I’ve to converse with them.

And they can’t understand what I’m talking and I can’t get what they are saying. I am afraid that I may make them bored. I am afraid that I won’t be able to sustain our friendship much longer. I am afraid that I might make their days nasty. And then, all remains is me, only me!

However, I have been able to make a bond between few people. My amigos. My As. Maybe lord created them for me in this fantasy world. Maybe they have been asked to help this idiot in this strange land.

I feel lucky to have these As. I am terribly pleased 😉 Thank you for being a firefly in this dark night. I am not gonna leave you alone.

Love you my freaky idiots! My stars!!!


Baby, I love you. I love the all of you. Each and everything of you. Just let me love like that. You’re mine. Completely mine.

I don’t need to hear about the angels from the fairy-tales. She is just here, in front of me, closest to me.
I want you. I need you.

I want you to hold my hands and walk miles and miles ahead. I want you to grab me and push me in the water, though I may be hydrophobic.

I want you to call me idiot. I just want you to be mine. My dream girl! I want ya’ to be pictured in every fairy-tales.
Do me a favor. Hold me tightly till I forget I’m in your arms. Give me a hug that will vanishes my pain, that I will see my mirage in your eyes, that I will lose myself to be found by you.

Oh, dear! Let me like you, the way you are.
Just come and sit beside me. Just be that sole moon that imparts the light from sun to show my path in the darkest of dark. Just be that rising sun to give me a hope to live. Just make me your slave.

Tighten my neck with the rope of your love and pull me. Be my master. Help me to roam around and see you in front of me, see you engraved our name in every stone that we walk by.

Let me be the mirror of you. Crying when you cry and smiling when you smile. Dashingly soft!
Let me clear the debt of your love.

Let me be the reason for your smile. Let me be the rain when you thunder. Let me be the warms rays of your morning sunshine. Let me capture the dancing picture of you. Let me be the smell of you; flower blossoming. Let me….Just let me!
May we sit at the end of a meadow and observe the lowland below us. May we be the two neighboring stars in the bright sky and watch the clouds floating below us.

May we be the ripples in water. May we dream the same dream and share one another’s as if it was different.

May we be Mr.Romeo and Ms.Juliet.
I wanna be you. Your reflection.

I’m gonna imitate the way you speak. I wanna be the wind and touch your lips. Honey, be as you are.

You’re already my imagination.
C’mon, let’s make our love story to be remembered in millions of days to come!!


It’s not unusual, rather day to day happenings. It would be overrated if I call torture but still I say it’s one of the tortures. Sexual torture. Women being harassed either physically or sensually.

Surfing through the public bus, I see the bus conductor intentionally patting the butt of a girl. (not everytime and by everyone but mostly). He harasses the girl emotionally.

Even she is harassed physically by fellow passengers. In the occasions, we sit back to her and harass her. It doesn’t have to be physically. Probably it’s mental. It’s purely an eye-sex. We enjoy not caring what she may be going through.

Though she mayn’t be aware of it but still it’s an ethical torture. Using vulgar words in the public, knowing that it harms the person nearby. Making fun of her if she’s alone.

I ain’t a feminist though. However as a teenager, what I am seeing is not less than a crime. It’s moral crime. It’s spiritual crime.

Here, I don’t mean to say, there should be separate public vehicles for boys and girls. I don’t mean boys shouldn’t talk with girls. I don’t mean boys should even stop to stare at girl’s face. I don’t mean boys shouldn’t flirt with the girls. I don’t mean to say, all these bullshits. And neither I am here to advocate for girls.

What I mean is, lets develop the feeling of ‘we’ and ‘us’. Let not the warm messy circle of humanity go in vain. Let everyone feel free to be free.

Yeah, we are teens. Infatuation is not a great deal. Attraction to opposite sex is somewhat like an indispensable part of teenagers. Those who say they ain’t , in my opinion either they lie or have to be questioned about their gender :p ( not intended to offend. Some may have a rigid philosophy in these issues).

Let it be a healthy attraction. Let everyone feel free to be attracted.

Rise above the thoughts. Control over them. Live freely and let others do as well. Have a look at others shoes too, if you can fit or not!!

Do not promise the fish to make her survive on land when she is enjoying in water!!

Escaping out of maze!

I go to nearby, face the wall and change the direction. I don’t go further because I fear, there may be a next wall.

I search for the coins, from which I had made a path. If I find, I return back from where I had started. If not, I search and search and search. If I get lucky to return back, I begin for next path ’cause I’m obliged not to stay there.

And again I face the wall, solid; rather bigger than before. What I can do. Again return back. Still I don’t lose hope. I march for next. I don’t have hope to leave a trial. Just get the warm rays of sunshine. It will be more.

Needless to say, I’m in a big maze. There are many ways to get out but none of them secures my wayout. However, among them, one is the right path that will help me to get out.

I gotta search for that “One”. It is dark everywhere. A single ray of light will be like a white spot on black shirt. It’s very dark. I can’t see anything. I just predict there to be a path and march ahead. If I get lucky, I find a narrow lumen.

Otherwise, I get hurt by a bouncy wall and return back. I strive for water but I don’t find anything. Then slowly thirst fades away. My thirst knows well to adapt accordingly. No one is there. I am alone. I ain’t know whether it’s day or light but I’m sure I haven’t died; I am alive ,for, heaven wouldn’t be dark like this.

Even the little smile of angel would lighten up the scenario. My mother used to dictate to me from fairytales when I would get tough to sleep. Oh, I miss her badly now.

There are many choices but I can’t choose even a single one. What a tragedy! I fear. I fear of everything. Even I fear of escaping out of the maze thinking what I will do then. Sometimes, I myself create the fear, stimulates it.

I am living in a feary world, full of fears. And I don’t risk to go ahead. I get stuck to the same place from where I commenced and will end my journey as well. I am trapped. Oh lord! Let me know why only to me!!

I am tired. I’ve searched every path or atleast went through every way. But I haven’t found that “One”. When will I find it?

Where is my holy god? I’ve heard he helps the people in difficulty. Doesn’t he think I am in misery? Is he calling me to heaven or testing my patience?

Whatever he’s doing but I won’t give up easily. I will struggle till my last breathe; till I can feel the blood rushing in my veins; till my heart stops beating; till I find Hercules battling in me. I won’t let the sense of humanity go in vain.

I have come here far away and I ain’t gonna stop. I ain’t a rebel though, but not less than that. I will prove him wrong. I will grab every breath.

Amidst the darkness, I have come to search for light!!!