Month: December 2016

A Dream within a Dream

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We dream a thousand dreams in our lives. Most of them are unrememberable, some of them are unreasonable, and only a few are unforgettable. They teach you some mystic spiritual lessons as though they were revealed to you by the Lord to deliver you with something so meaningful that will change the whole prospect of your life, that could change your mere existence into something extraordinary, something everlasting, something that was unnoticed when you were not sleeping, something that wasn’t worth noting, something that was so invisible but inevitable, something that was a part of your routine and hence went unobserved. And that dream, that special dream truly awakens you.

I was lying on my bed, waiting for a train that will take me away, that will take me far away from this world of brutality, world of reality. Far away from the maddening crowd, people with different faces, from all the sorrows I’ve seen, all the pain I’ve felt, all the cries I’ve heard, and transport me into the world of utopia, pure innocence, of peace. As I was waiting for that train, sleep took me on board.
             I woke up and saw total darkness prevailing around me. Not a single speck of light could be seen. I felt happy with such darkness surrounding me. I felt myself. I felt serene. I felt pleasure. I felt my inner self. Suddenly my eyes became used to the darkness and I could figure out the silhouette of objects. The fog was thick and had a smell of putrefaction of intense deepness in woods. I felt enlightened. I started to feel something, something that I haven’t felt in so long, something that I’ve forgotten how it felt like.
         I started walking. I heard only my footsteps and the crunching of leaves beneath my naked feet. I love the sound of the autumn leaves being crushed under one’s foot. The sound it creates nourished my ears with a pleasant melody. It was so pleasant that I started running slowly and then gradually strengthen my pace. It felt relaxing. I started running with enthusiasm; I never thought existed in me after all these years.
        I started running so fast into the woods that I could no longer hear the crunching sound of the broken leaves. Though my feet were naked but I couldn’t feel a thing. But I realized that the path was getting steeper. Strangely, I felt light. I felt lighter than the feather. And when I looked towards my feet, they were no longer touching the ground. And I was floating, I was flying. It was like this amazing feeling, that I’m safe. And then I realized that, in this entire world… I’m completely alone.

I Know

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You walked into the room
and stole my heart.
Those freckled cheeks
those round glasses
those black hairs;
when fall on your face
casts a spell on me
when illuminated by the golden rays.
You take a strand of your hair
with your index finger, and
stroke it behind your ear, and
that becomes a moment of joy forever.

Sitting in the library… crying
whilst reading your favorite book.
You thought nobody saw you… hiding
but I saw melancholy in your eyes
I saw everything.
I wish I could come and
dry your tears
kiss those quivering lips.
But, I’m just too shy
I don’t know why. . . .

It breaks my heart
to see you with him
hand in hand
taking long walks.
I just wish I could be him.
I wish I could come up and
tell you how I feel.
But I’m just too shy, and
I don’t know why. . . .

I’ve talked to you
inside my head
a thousand times over
of all the things I’d say
of all the things I’d do.
I don’t know whether I’ll ever build the courage
to tell you what I fell
. . .

So, I wrote this poem
hoping that one day
you’d stumble across these words
and learn that
of all the people you know
I loved you the most.

I fell in love with you
the moment you walked in to the room
but you never knew
how much I loved you.
Oh Ash. . .
I just wish you’d know.
How could you know
I was just too shy, and
I don’t even know why. . . .

But that’s not how this poem really ends, my love
As I just wrote this final verse, and
looked towards you for the last time
with the look of goodbye.
I froze when I saw you
from the corner of the room
staring back at me… smiling

Everything fell into slow motion
when you walked towards me
put your hand on my shoulder
leaned in to put your lips near my ear
just enough
to feel your warm breath on my neck
hoping this moment would last forever
when you silently kissed my neck
and whispered
“I know. . . .

Nightingale and the Rose

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A student wishes to ask his beloved to dance, but she refuses, saying she would only accept if he brought her a red rose. It so happened that in the place where the student lived, all the roses were yellow or white.
The nightingale heard the conversation. Seeing his sorrow, she decided to help the poor boy. First, she thought of singing something beautiful, but soon concluded that it would be much worse-in addition to being alone, he would be melancholy.
A passing butterfly asked what was going on.
“He is suffering for love. He needs to find a red rose.”
   “How ridiculous to suffer for love,” said the butterfly.
But the nightingale was determined to help him. In the middle of a huge garden there was a rosebush full of roses.
“Give me a red rose, please.” But the rosebush said it was impossible, and for him to find another-its roses were once red, but now they had become white. The nightingale did as she was told. She flew far away and found the old rosebush.
“I need a red flower,” she asked.
“I’m too old for that” was the answer.
The winter has chilled my veins, the sun faded my petals.”
“Just one,”
begged the nightingale.
 “There must be a way!” Yes, there was a way. But it was so terrible that she did not want to tell.
“I’m not afraid. Tell me what I can do to get a red rose. A single red rose.”
“Come back at night and sing the most beautiful melody that nightingales know while pressing your breast against one of my thorns. The blood will rise through my sap and color the rose.”

And the nightingale did that that night, convinced it was worth sacrificing her life in the name of Love. As soon as the moon appeared she pressed her breast against the thorn and began to sing. Firs she sang of man and a woman who fall in love. Then how love justifies any sacrifice. And so, as the moon crossed the sky, the nightingale sang and the most beautiful rose of the rosebush was being crimsoned by her blood.
“Faster,” said the rosebush at one point.
 “The sun will rise soon.”

The nightingale pressed her breast closer still and at that moment the thorn reached her heart. Still, she continued to sing until the word was complete. Exhausted, and knowing she was about to die, she took the most beautiful of all the red roses and went to give it to the student. She arrived at his window, stet down the flower, and died.
The student heard the noise, opened the window, and there was the thing he had dreamed of most in the world. The sun was rising; he took the rose and raced off to the house of his beloved.
“Here’s what you asked of me,” he said, sweating and happy at the same time.
“It is not exactly what I wanted,” answered the girl. “It is too big and will overshadow my dress. Besides, I have received another proposal for the ball tonight.”
Distraught, the boy left and threw the rose into the gutter, where it was immediately crushed by a passing carriage, and he returned to his books, which had never asked him for anything he could not provide.

That was my life; I am the nightingale who gave everything and died while doing so.

Sincerely,
Mata Hari

—Manuscript from The Spy by Paulo Coelho

Princess and a Serpent

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Once there was a beautiful princess who was admired and feared by all because she seemed to be too independent. Her name was Psyche.

    Desperate his daughter would wind up a spinster, her father appealed to the god Apollo, who decided to solve the problem: She was to go alone, in mourning dress, to the top of a mountain. Before dawn, a serpent would come to marry her.
   The father did what Apollo ordered, and to the top of the mountain she went. Terrified and freeing cold, she went to sleep, certain she would die. However, the next day she awoke in a beautiful palace, having been turned into a queen. Each night her husband came to meet her, but he demanded she obey one single condition: to fully trust in him and never see his face.

     After a few months together, she was in love with him, whose name was Eros. She loved their conversations, found great pleasure in their lovemaking, and was treated with all the respect she deserved. At the same time, she feared being married to a horrible serpent.
     One day, no longer able to control her curiosity, she waited for her husband to fall asleep, gently moved the sheet aside, and with the light of a candle saw the face of a man of incredible beauty. But light awakened him, and realizing his wife had not been able to be true to his only request, Eros disappeared.

    Each time I recall this myth, I wonder: Are we never to be able to see the true face of love? And I understand what the Greeks meant by this: Love is an act of faith and its face should always be covered in mystery. Every moment should be lived with the feeling and emotion because if we try to decipher it and understand it, the magic disappears. We follow its winding and luminous paths, we let ourselves go to the highest peak or the deepest seas, but we trust in the hand that leads us. if we do not allow ourselves to be frightened, we will always awaken in a palace; if we fear the steps that will be required by love and want it to reveal everything to us, the result is that we will be left with nothing.

 

—Manuscript from The Spy by Paulo Coelho

Song of Songs

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At night, in my bed, I looked for the one my soul loves;
I looked for him, but could not find him.

So, I will rise and go around the city; in the streets and
in the squares I will look for the one my soul loves;
I looked for him, but could not find him.

The watchmen who go around the city found me;
I asked them: have you seen the one my soul loves?

I stood aside and then I found the one my soul loves;
I held him close and wouldn’t let him go

 

—Manuscript from The Spy by Paulo Coelho

Lonely Night

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There is nothing in this world I’d like than
hug you and never let you go.
You came into my life
unnoticed and unannounced
and revealed your darkest secrets.
Sitting with you hours in Oval seemed like seconds.
I’d never thought I’d love someone
as much as I love you.

I want to be the rays of sunshine
that will enlighten your path.
I want to be the warm embrace
in your cold lonely nights.
I want to be fireworks
in your sad empty streets.

There is nothing in this world I’d like than
put a smile across your lips.
As I hold your face in my hands,
stared in your hazy eyes,
fog gathered around us
making everything blurry.
As it passes away
you vanished into the damp fog
slipping through my arms.
All I could hug was the missing soul
and all I could hold tight was the lonely night.

The Giver

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When we live without Faith,
When we live without Hope,
When we live without Love,
We only Exist

Imagine a society where there are no feelings of care, hate, pain, desire, anguish and most of it, Love. Everything is predictable, usual and in order. Everything is surrounded with Sameness.

The idea of the book was out of the box. One could have never imagined it to exist. The writing wasn’t as good as it should have been but all the praise goes to the story.

The Giver, first of the series, takes you to a whole new level of imaginary adventure you never dreamed of. The story is about a society of people who thinks that they are the only people in this world left after the destruction of the previous generation. They are so customized with their life that they don’t have the ability to see beyond life and lives a life of robot. The people of the society don’t have a sense of making choices, everything is set and written for them by the Elders of the society who makes all the decisions.

There comes the protagonist, Jonas, who has the ability to see beyond, to feel beyond, to think beyond. On the day, when he turned twelve, just like his other friends who turned twelve and are assigned to their life jobs, of what they would do till the end of their lives, Jonas was selected to be The Receiver. His job is to have the knowledge, courage, integrity, memories and wisdom of the whole world, of the world before he was born and back and back and back via The Giver.        With great powers comes great responsibilities. Soon Jonas realized that they are not living their lives, the people of the society. He thinks that there is something outside their own world which needs to be explored. With growing curiosity, he thinks of the possibility of going far beyond one expected and when he did, many lives were changed.

Apart from the story, the book helps you to realize that what a blessing it is to feel everything in the sky and on the ground and everything that exists in between. It is indeed a blessing much more than we can even realize. Love is the only feeling in the world who has the power to change the whole prospect of the whole world.