Dreams are Real

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http://feliciacano.deviantart.com/art/Alice-Meets-the-Cheshire-Cat-108891466

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (and Through the Looking Glass) truly is an inspirational work for writer's like me, for nonsensical rhymes hold a special place in my heart. Add to that a little personal touch, some wishes, some imagination, and viola... it inspires something better out of the poet within! Here's to wishes, to the reader and to Lewis Carroll.

You followed this Bunny with a fluffy white tail

Wearing your prettiest Frocky,

Looking for the Wonderland, in a Rabbit Hole,

And ended up against the Jabberwocky...

For in the Wonderland, you'll always find,

Hatters and Creatures and Demons extraordinaire,

Looking to never let escape,

A Maiden, such as you, so Fair...

And while this Wonderland is yours,

To keep and mend and Make and Unmake,

Realise, it is a Dreamy Reality -

The Wonderland - always for your Keepsake...

May you like Alice, find your Wonderland!

May you like Alice, find it Surreal!

May you like Alice, rid your own Demons!

May you like Alice, never find your Dreams Unreal!

Blurry

Fogged

For I dipped my head in water,

To gain the bubbling quiet...

Fogged

For I exhaled it myself,

Billowed from my pout...

Fogged

For I walked-in in cold,

And out to the heat...

Fogged

For my own breath

For my own wrath...

Fogged

For the lush greens around

And the wee hours...

Photo credit - Mahesh Khatate

Fogged

'Cause it rained last night

And I left my glasses on...

Fog

It helps to obscure my vision

And makes it hazy to see...

Fog

Keeps me grounded

Closer to Me...

Fog

Lets me think all that is good

For Me...

For We...

तस्सवुर

बुनता हूँ सपने, खुली आँखों के साथ...
ख्यालों की ऊन, और दिमाग - जैसे सलाई और हाथ!

रंगता हूँ चित्र, आसमान के कैनवास पर,
रंगों के छीटे, दृष्टि में भर-भर!

भीगा वो सपना, आँखें जो हुई नम,
सिकूडी वो ऊन और सलाई बेदम!

जल गया वो चित्र, कारण, सूरज का तेज,
राख हुआ कैनवास, और अँधा रंगरेज़!

Bare-Feet

To new beginnings and the everlasting road…

“The road for ever goes on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can.”

- J.R.R.Tolkien

May be her story is a lot more louder than mine, or may be it just has much more drama, more events, more occurrences, just much more… extrinsically… while mine just meanders within my own head.

And along with those random meanderings was a strangely loud knock of heels. It is eerie how soft worn out soles can make that much sound over soft aired mud. Then again, it is easy to juxtapose it to her story… heard a million times, talked about in another million locales and e-locales, rounded off and sanded by those many a pair of hands and heads… and still, it was the loudest story that we heard.

It’s not her, she never voiced it out loud and I never voiced out loud either, except for those very few, it was all very mellow communication. And I still walked the same path, same soft soil, moist at times so it stuck to my ungrooved sole… and still… no mush, no slush, just the knock of heel after heel, like a tap dance on hard wood floor.

I’ve walked this path so many times, the soil has started to smell of me, but it reeks of everyone else as well; Everyone who tread this path. Everyday at the end of this route (also, its start) I realized, I am going in circles and I heard my footsteps no matter how nimble of foot. Just like how her story I heard, in circles and spirals and loud as ever.

And just as my footsteps grew heavier on one side and were preceded by a circular mark of a cane, the path spoke to me… the soil rose and it reeked of me, but told her story…

And then, after a pause, a quaint silence, and the words of the road…

“You’ve searched in me your own self, your story, your stench… And yet, for you I never was quite as rounded, as circular… Yours was a far straighter path moving towards a blind spot… If only you’d have shown faith in me, I would have yelled your story to the world, If only you would have tread me BARE-FEET.”