Monday, May 17, 2010

No options this time...

My eyes are burning; my vision fogged. My aspirations are crushed; my faith shaken. My past is acrimonious; my future uncertain. A flicker of dream remains; remains, to keep me breathing. It refuses to go away. Audacious, defiant dream. Reverberations in my mind…I hear these words-

“But I being poor have only my dreams.

I spread my dreams beneath your feet.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.”

Poor indeed I am. Nothing save my world of dreams constitutes my wealth. My wealth- wholly intangible at present. When realized, though, my dreams are bound to make me the richest. Richest- with happiness. Richest- with contentment. Richest- ‘cuz I’ll have all with me I ever dreamt of. Dreamt of. Dreamt.

Dream. Hapless dream. It only is the culprit. My mind says so. I can’t deny it. My heart still wants to harbor the dream. I can’t deny it either. The pursuit of this dream, the attachment to it, makes me brittle. I’m shattered many a times along the road.

The path was uphill, I knew. So steep, I knew not.

Obstacles paved the way, I knew. In such abundance, I knew not.

Destination was far, I knew. Almost on unreachable horizons, I knew not.

And yet, I set off. Harrying myself. Challenging myself. A glimpse of the destination- an alacrity. A change in weather, a misty ennui. So many people I meet along the way, each with his own ‘shortcut’ to the destination. Difficult to hear ‘em all. Difficult to ignore ‘em all. Difficult to hold my ground. Easy to let go.

Let go I must not. If I let go, then where do I go? Strengthen. Steel. Maneuver. Plan. (said someone- ‘planning is not success, it only makes the road to success easier’)

Fear not anyone, but yourself. Only if you decide, you stop. Else, you continue moving. Walking. With companions. Alone. In cold. In sun. In mist. In shower. Understand nature’s chicanery. (You’ll find 15 reasons why not to go after a dream, each more convincing than the one that says you should.)

Fealty. To no one, save your own self.

A problem, however, exists. My legs are chained. The chains- rusted, ancient, orthodox. My controllers, my conservative lords- not game for the unconventional route. They overtake my steps. They haul me along. They show me the way, I wish not to see. They still drag ahead. They trample my dreams. (tread softly- did I not tell them that?)

I pick the trampled disfigured ones. I cosset them. I nurture them. It’s only a matter of time. Someday, and God knows when, but someday it’ll be my day. And that day, nature will find its rhythm in my heart beats. Sun will shine within my eyes. The heavens, for once, will side with me. I’ll decide my own course. I'll be my own prophet.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Somewhere ages and ages hence.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost


  1. ..its lovely..very well written its got a very deep meaning to it..really nice!!

  2. v.well written.. im sure most of us can relate to dreams being crushed by our respective 'conservative lords'

  3. I dont think I find myself deserving enough to 'comment' on the blog. I would rather appreciate the elegance and purity in your way of writing. It's an enigma in itself. Lots to learn from you. I surely can relate to a lot of things here. The fogged vision and the world of dreams. Though my lords ain't that conservative. :P Love you writing ma'am !! Cheers !

  4. Hey...Thanks...finally, after a lot of begging, and giving up hope, i get a comment from you... thanks for the appreciation..and i really think the learning process is mutual...
    thanks again,
    luvya... :)

  5. Delightful. "Teach me half the gladness that thy brain must know / Such harmonious madness from my lips would flow." - P. B. Shelley

    Honestly, you have said it all here. With precision, simplicity and conviction. For the hopeless romantics like me who are rather torn between 'I let go because that was the only option you gave me' and 'I let go no matter which option you wanted to give me'. Brilliantly conceived!

  6. Thank you so much! Its such an old post. You revived for me a part of my own life by leaving this comment here. And that beautiful line from Shelley which you quoted, this becomes my status now. Thanks a lot!
    (The last line you scribbled, I am still pondering over it. Hmm....)