The Dreaming Soul

As I got down from the Train
I saw so many new faces
Every person had a tale to share
Every person had something to tell
I stood there trapped in the lane
Looking to hold on to that
Which silently slipped again and again

I tried again, tried real hard..
But there was something that was not visible to my eye..
Something that I could feel was there.. Somewhere near..
It called me in many ways..
And I went among the crowd.. To a direction unknown..!

Finally, I found him there
With a completely new face
And a much better outfit.
He is not a kid anymore,
Though I loved the way he looked like.
It kept me standing there for a few seconds,
But with a hope to understand who am I?

There was something surreal about the reflection
I couldn’t pin what it meant
Was he a part of my inner soul
Or was I dreaming with open eyes
With so much to ponder
With so much to think
I got lost in the thoughts
As I forgot to blink

Several memories flashed by..
I didn’t know which one to relate..
I was lost in my own thoughts..
Lost in my own world..
When suddenly somebody pushed me accidently..
I got a little confused..
Coming to reality with a sudden knock..!

Gosh! Where the hell am I?
Either in a dreamy or real world?
What happened to me?
Where is my inner soul?
This was not an unexpected reality,
But a painful alarm I had been waiting for.
My identity was hidden behind his shadow.
Perhaps, this moment has a few more things to tell about myself.

PS: Another group blogging post I had written together with Shruti Fatehpuria ( and Swati Jain ( from India, with whom I always do try to keep in touch whenever time permits. For me, these 2 girls were perfect strangers, but they already knew towards each other since their childhood onwards. Those who have been looking forward to read a number of heartfelt pieces of poetry and personal thoughts, please do stop by their blogs and have a fantastic reading time there. Have a great Sunday ahead for all of you. God bless. xoxo

Blog it or not?

‘What’s blogging?’

‘How many hours you’ve to spend in a day for blogging?’

‘What’s the benefit of being having a personal blog?’

‘What makes you feel good while sharing your own written articles with others?’

These were a very few questions raised by my dad when I started the activity of blogging. Even I also got confused while hearing all these FAQ’s, especially aimed towards a newbie blogger like me. But later, I gradually started to realize what actually does this blogging experience mean to me. In fact, my intentions behind this activity were so unclear until 6 or 7 months back; though I have a tagline as a blogger since May, 2012.

For me, life is all about experiencing the unexpected miracles through accepting the facts. Whenever I feel so happy or sad regarding anything happening in my life, there must be a notable ex-factor or reason runs behind its cause. Well, these factors or reasons would be either visible or invisible at its beginning stages. But only a tangible reason and time can solve a tougher problem in its most vivid manner. Perhaps, it might be because of this positive or negative attitude in me, that always works in any situation, whatever be the reason is. Blogging also paved a complete pathway for me to travel through a wide variety of experiences. 

My introduction to blogging was too coincidental. I had spent too much of my time for keeping a better traffic on my little blog at the initial blogging days and transformed myself into a full-time blogger. I was also interested in checking and reading wonderfully scripted posts by other bloggers rather than updating mine. It was where, reading, a habit unknown to me started to rise up slowly and became a part of my regular life. But one day, my blog asked me to keep focusing my eyes on the quality of contents I’ve been updating rather than giving much importance for the regular blog updates. It certainly worked well, like a miracle, and thereafter I kept looking forward to make a unique identity in front of a large number of bloggers from different parts of the world. It was then I realized what actually does a blog needs from his maker.

I didn’t really need to put such a huge effort by spending more time in online for its normal growth, though I’ve to spend at least a day in a week or so to share the insights I own through my little blog and keep him alive. Hence blogging itself as just a word is a palatable experience for a 20-year-old guy like me. It provided me a magnificent platform to express my random thoughts, or at least a kind of positive mutation for the frequency of creative ideas directly coming out from me. In addition to all these benefits, I have a vast opportunity to connect with the blogging people from all around the world via their visits back to check out my updates on the blog and leaving the most sincere feedbacks about it too. I also try to keep contacts with many of them through other social media networks as well. So far, I have been discovering a writing as well as reading pleasure personally through a prolific cyber space and love for being a part of it.

Currently, my dad is also so willing to inquire about the progress I’ve acquired from this platform. I don’t know why? But he asked me to stay active on the blog whenever I wish, keeping this in mind that my studies shouldn’t go down. This is what I’m now and still looking forward to explore more about myself, the reasons behind my every action and how the time will deed for miracles to happen in my life in the same manner.