Question mark

in dreams..
we see things we want to see in our grooves but we don't have them... those unasked wishes...we see our passions as like they are confronting us only at some miles...
it looks like if we'll unroll our arms a little wider we'll get them all ..with a little gesture of a single part of body we can get everything of World we want to, all the fantasies are like coming true but what ?
what happens when we do open our arms wider to get them.. those passions those aims those wishes those devotions start getting away from us.. as we chase them they start getting farther.. we never get any of them in our hands... in our grip in dreams that's strange about dreams.. dreams only let us "see" but don't let us "clutch" them ..
in realities
we forget them .. those desires those longings in our realities just become our "dreams" and stay there for a long. that's a difference between dreams and reality.. we don't try to make those passions of our dreams at a little distance from us. We continue our routines as we were doing yesterday and the day before yesterday.. we make no connection of those glittering eyes we dreamed about last night to this bare handed reality...
Actually the problem is we are too lazy.. too much lazy to climb the mountains of our lives from the hardest paths it shows us.. we are a age who finds ease everywhere in everything.. as all say "Easy come easy go".. and many other maxims.. Alas ! these dreams are flying away and we ain't bothering about them... isn't it so bad being grasped in expectations( some of our own to us and some of others to us)...I always think this World that was created for us and then we made certain rules and regulations to live in it .. these by-laws should be a little different .. they should had allowed us to live our dreams as we are taught by nature we had been also taught this by our society.. you know sometimes when we are descending deep in the ocean of thoughts it feels bad that we are so stuck in our life's circle that we ain't feeling like to cross these circles to go beyond the boundaries to live what we want to..is it what we were created for? .. question marks !!

That Dip

Head hurled down, perched on the tips of his toes, fingers inspecting gently the grass that sprouted. Just wondered to what kismet he had......
A man resides the life of a loin, he has his ecstatic moments and he has his despondent times but all through it he ROARS. He roars with a heart filled of such courage that even the lofty mountains would shake and stands strong, unshaken......
O but his life was only filled with astounding lows and dejected lows. Never had he wondered that those dips would affect his very soul, but one did. A dip that was merely but a freckle yet so cunning that it had his heart clamped. He ran from it but, as all dips go, he stumbled upon that one.......
He got up, straightened himself, cleaned those little dirt spots and sat. posed next to that little bump and as curiosity goes, he probed.

"Why? Why were you there? Why did i stumble cause of you? Why?"

But that dip was profoundly deaf, it was dumb, paralyzed, it just lay there. This was deranged to him, it was all but demented.

 But, he was mental, so he just sat there and swayed his fingers gently to mock, TO JUST KNOW...................

Teri ik ada nay mujh ko pagal bana dia,

Ab bhatakta phirta hun is charagar main..........

Life

What is life????
it wasn't the bygone, it isn't what lies ahead, it's the present he lived in. The past is what was accounted for, the future he was uncertain about. The present was what he had to live in, but how???? He often thought how, how he had to live , how he was expected to live in that one millisecond, that little crack. How he had to fulfill his craves?, the moments he longed for? , those expectations of someone else he was a part of? HOW????
His mind constantly looped around just one thought as he walked on that pavement and looked atop those trees, "how am i supposed to do this in just a little glitch?" as, all that present to him was a little glitch and nothing more because he always desired it to be something more than just a little moment.
That extremity in life was all he wondered about, was that life? Is that existence????
So naive his soul was that those complications made it more stained.............

He Wondered

Walking by that mile long track, lost in the horde of mortality, he saw another just like him. Lost in her tracks, trying to fathom, she looked so delicate and astounding. In one swift motion she put away those astray strands of hair. As she lifted that countenance, their eyes met.....
He stumbled on his own feet yet managed to gather quickly trying not to break that gaze. His heart throbbed like a racing horse that wins after so many defeats. His eyes dilated past their limits, his breath became heavy as if someone dropped a stone on his chest....
All he wondered as she passed by was the constant question of "Did she feel the same ?". Did She??????