The dream was distant,
almost impossible to achieve.
And that was why I wanted to own it,
surrender all I could ever give.
The jolly days of youth,
the warmth of family,
the companionship of friends,
the fashion, the fervour and the trends.
I would choose solitary confinement,
and sleep on a bed of books.
Pages and pages would fly in my dreams,
Dates, people, places- uttered in silent screams.
I would look into the mirror,
and graying eyes would stare.
few strands fall on the floor,
a bald patch without hair.
Mortal fear gripped me by.
My dream could be stolen,
if I didn’t hide it high.
I hid my dream under the clouds,
and hid the clouds in the sky,
then hid the sky above a Hill,
and to hide more had patience still.
So, I hid the Hills in the Mists of Mussoorie,
and hid Mussoorie in the safest of safes.
This safe was my soul,
to breach it, the world had to take me whole.
Dig my grave and bury me in,
But I would still have my Mussoorie within.
After failing to climb the Hill,
to see the sky and cuddle the clouds-
I had immense doubts,
on self, on Destiny, on God.
But My Dream was so endearing,
That I started again enduring-
Pain, soul shearing pain.
Outcast by the world,
mocked by friends…
If sorrows have beginnings,
they also must have ends.
They mock and they will mock.
But I must meanwhile unlock-
the courage to Dream again.
I have hid my dream
in the mists of Mussoorie.
Someday I would go there,
although tired, beaten and weary.
The clouds have conspired to bring me here.
I have met my dream,
A dream so dear.
PS: 4th July, 2015. I was born again.
12th June, 2014. I had died a million deaths in one go.I had lost the cutoff by a single mark. I couldn’t decide whether or not to cry. The fact that I was so close, yet so far away…
The inertia of my innocent tears… They flowed while I laughed hard. They stopped at the back of my eyes, while I cried, wailing like a child. Like me, they were unsure how to act upon God’s Design.
After the heart break, I had never imagined I could ever post this piece. I had written it in 2012 and waited each single day, to find a reason to post it… .
That day, in the middle of midnight I wrote “The Loser”... https://resonner.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/the-loser/
” Who decides who is the loser?
Who decides whether there ever was anything to lose?
Yes the Loser, who will never lose again…”
Today,The Loser has totally Lost it!
The Loser has lost it all-
her anguish, her doubts, her self!!
Yes the Loser, who will never lose again- her Faith 🙂