Do Dreams Mean Something? Maybe YES

A helicopter is circling down with its tail on fire. It is a clear crash on the narrow valley road with the high cliffs on one end and a river on the other end about a hundred feet below. The next thing as it happens is flames...and more flames and damage... The rescue begins...

And the phone rings..It is not night anymore, it is early morning and you are woken up by the taboo of a phonecall ringing at a strange time. "Hey there, we are the neighbours of your Aunt who has gone to New Zealand, there has been an robbery at their abandoned home in one of the plush areas of Khanna (a town in Punjab close to Ludhiana). You need to come and set things back.'

Well, within the green fields and wet soil of the Chandigarh-Ludhiana drive way, I almost forgot what had just happened. I could see the eyes of the thieves who had done the robbery on every object in the home amidst the scatter.

And there pops up a book 'The Interpretation Of Dreams' by Sigmund Freud. As i flip through the book amidst the robbery finding myself a quite place, I recall the Helicopter Crash and the pages turn Faster now..

'YOU WILL TRAVEL TODAY FOR AN UNPLEASANT EVENT THAT HAS HAPPENED'

And yes, as you read it, we did.

As I sit here in my classroom...

I sit here at the Back bench,
Staring into the wall,
Everyday is a fight, 
To set my life right,
I am restless Inside,
Its pinching me hard

The teacher is a blur,
Educatonz a metaphor,
The system is unsure, 
At gossips I am poor,
So, I sit here in the lot,
Look, my situation is so bad

Then I walk back home,
Only to atone, I am alone,
I am into a quick sand,
I am tired, I sleep on my hand,
I wake up at the dark hour,
Where life feels like an empty tour,
The clock is ticking,
My inability is sickening

Then comes a new dawn,
All I do is yawn,
I feel so complacent,
I have learnt to be patient,
Life is a tie,
And I am gonna die,
As I sit here at the back bench,
Staring into the wall.........


(originally written on March 31st 2010, the last few days of the first year in post grad, first published on Facebook Notes)

An unreleased Song...

When you step into my view everyday,
I miss you because you are three feet away,
Your silence hurts,
And your presence comforts

When you smile and tease somebody,
I wish it was me,
And then I could tease you back,
Coz, irritation on your face is like smack

You are so good in whatever you wear,
The person inside is just so rare,
There is a glow on you, I can't compare,
I am jealous, someone else may stare

And Perfect girl when you cry,
My shoulder is nearby,
My hand is there to wipe your tears,
I can act funny and bring you cheers

I am always here to listen to you,
You can spell it out to me,
Just like you do it with him,
I love, I care....ain't that reason enough

When you smile at me and your eyes glow,
I see a sweet secret that we both know,
I wish to freeze that very moment,
But, Am afraid you will cease it

I continue to miss you every second,
No, I cant think of any other errand,
It hurts me bad when I think of how its going,
Coz, love unreturned is a suicide gone ruined

And Baby when you dont say a word,
I feel empty...insecure like a coward,
All alone, foolish and low and stupid,
A good topic, a mockery... around a bonfire

So dear, come talk to me, Tell me your things
Or simply, pat me and fake me some care,
Coz, that means I can stand up and dare,
To be someone you may remember when you have grey hair!

(c) 2010