maahi kapoor
Dehli
february 17th 2012
” I am standing in the balcony of this beautiful white bunglow, in front of this bunglow there spread a lush green garden with white picket fencing all around it, beyond this lies a miles and miles of meadows, where sheeps are grazing and white horses are galloping , I can see apple orchards too, and behind all these, stands snow peak mountains. clouds are playing hide n seek with the sun and the peaks.I can also see white doves playing and chirping.Bunglow is surrounded with flower of different colours.breeze is mildly flowing, which also spreading the scent of freshly bloomed roses to the whole enviornment .white satin curtains are fluttering on the tune of the breeze, sweet sound of windchymes is also very fascinating.behind this bunglow, flow a stream which comes from a nearby waterfall, and on this stream there is an old arch shaped wooden bridge.The whole place has heavenly feeling, so peaceful. my friend is also standing besides me, I am feeling so happy and contended watching those doves, butterflies and sheeps. suddenly my friend start singing which made me to realise his presence too and then I pushed him and said, “stop croacking like a frog” and ran away , he start following me, ( I knew he is going to beat me into pulp if he catch me) so I start running too fast, we both are laughing too and still no one stopped. I am now going down on spiral staircase I even staggered once , my friend still following me, now I am running through backyard lawns, jumping over bushes, he is catching up with me, once or twice his fingers even touched my flowing hairs, he is coming closer and closer now I am panicked , and suddenly it was dead end, I reached at the bank of the stream, no where to go, and suddenly I thought about flying and spread my hands…crash!!!!!!!!
huh?….what was that? my cousin came running into my room and said ” maahi? what happend? are you alright, and I was like sona, !! I was flying but dont know what happend, and she scolded me “maahi ki bachchi you pushed your nite lamp from the side stool, and its crashed and broken, why did you do that? ( oh! now I understood that while I was spreading my arms for flying I pushed down that lamp!!!!! ) she then helped me in sweeping all the broken glass pieces of the bulb. Then she tucked me in bed again and asked me not to step down until servent come and sweep the room again in the morning..I closed my eyes and tried to dream again the same dream but I just end up dreaming about my final exams where I forgot all I read and could not reply a single question…;P
Hmmmmm how bad it feels when such a beautiful dreams get broken…we want such dreams to keep goin on and on….. never end..hai na? but life is just like this.
We all dreams while we sleep as well as with our eyes open.The dream we see while sleeping is not in our hand, we can see anything, from alien to God , we can be an angel and demon in a blink of our eyes, nuthing in our control…its like fast moving movies,,According to scientists dreams mainly occur in the rapid-eye movement stage of sleep—when brain activity is high and resembles that of being awake.(studies of dream called ‘oneirology’.)
We all dreams till we die, I mean if we are dreaming it means we are alive…..simple. These are the dreams which makes us keep moving, keep doing, struggling and give us strength to fight…just think if our late scientist have not dreamed , could we get all these modern amneties we are having now? who can ever thought about landing on the moon if it were never dreamed. And you know what…? some times I think if it were not for dreams we were still living in the jungles wearing leaves….oops ( kidding)
As the dream motivate us to keep going , some time broken dreams can break us too…( I am not talking about the breaking of our nite dreams here….), for some their dreams and ambitions are their life , once it get broken they loose all hope and dont want to live…I think increasing rate of sucides in the world is just the result of breaking of such dreams in most of the cases. I know its very hard to dream again once your life time dreams get broken, its same as tsunami or hurrican passes over a place , cut up and destroy the whole area,…hai na? very few have this courage to get up and start all over again..but their course of life get change forever
its easy to gather the pieces of broken bulb and replace the lamp with new one, but gathering the pieces of shattered dream can never be easy and how hard we try , some pieces remains hidden and keep pricking our heart now and then through out the life and reminding us of our shattered dream which was once our life…
here few lines .written about shattered dreams by some poet
You hold my heart and my soul,
You hold my life and my dreams.
You fondle them in your hands,
You toss them around.
And you drop them.
A million little pieces all over the floor.
You pick them up,
Look at them and drop them again.
You stomp and stomp.
Then you look at me and say,
No more heart,
No more soul,
No more life,
You’re left with,
Shattered dreams.
You know what? I think if we can help any one in fulfilling their dreams and achieve their ambitions in life we can forget the pain and hurt ( or chintu mintu overcome ) of our shattered dreams…..hai na?
Maahisworld 