catching balloons of happy memories

why was not erasing option  designed
in the memory bank
was it a lapse on His part of
its is just that he gave us a huge account
unlimited in its scope and scale
reinterpreting every memory in the light of new memories
some carry grudges
some hurts
some balloons of happiness
which escape into the sky
every now and then
to land into some strangers garden
did you not hold any such balloon lately
may be you did not walk int the garden
go out, look at the sky
behave a like kid
always willing to run a bit
if only to capture some fallen balloons

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dont make pains  as a pArt of life
THESE are are like thorns
which make rose protect it from some pests
may be you are blessed with pains
to protect from some poachers

do not look in the past for clues that explain your ambitions,

do not look in the past

for clues that explain your ambitions,

desires, dreams

to be some one,

some where

 

we can not wish to be insured against

all setbacks

in personal spaces or otherwise

will you bless yourself for

all the beautiful memories you have etched

in the places you walked by

will you only curse yourself

for not being able to sense the signs

of impending dust storms

because some light posts, some streets, some places

did not deserve you

 

why weigh your dreams in the balance

that you did not design

you do not know even if that was a real balance,

may be the scales were tilted against you

from the beginning

 

but so what if these were not

why let any one judge

what is the worth of your dreams,

do we need to ensure that we sow

only those seeds which sprout

 

what will happen to squirrels

and gophers and all the life

that you love to see, and nurture

 

tell me, will you see them quietly die

then donot just heave a sigh

and run, run fast on the track

that will instill in you all the power

you need to reach bigger goals,

and I agree,

goals are not outwardly embellishments

that we adorn our walls with

goals can also be to dig deep into

the abyss of our inner  identities

 from which we ran away years ago

some are doing even now, like me, like you,

like all those who are seeking meanings in the

meandering rivers

as if they will reveal those,

even if they had one

do they need to have one, as you will ask/assert

without thinking twice

 

bless you

 

that you can oscillate between these extremes

and be sane still

I have no doubt some crown prince will

Lift you in his arms and sweep clean

All the dust from the window panes

Of your castle

You have built brick by brick

All these years in your dreams