Interpretations

Marasim :
The relationship that is felt and not forced,,,,,which originates from trifle incidents and strengthens with time,,,,
It can be as poignant as the love between a mother and her child or can be as bitter as that between two rivals ,,,,
It can be as deep as that felt by two lovers seperated by the manmade bounds or as shallow as what a miser feels for his money,,,,
It can be as pure as the faithful chants of a devotee or can be as bemired as that between a slayer and his prey,,,,,
It can be as perspicuous as a book for everyone to read or as intangible as a crypt left to be decoded for you and me,,,,,,
It is the bond that now binds you and me,,,for you know my thoughts from which you know me,,,,,,,,,,


VARTIKA :

Vartika , the lighted wick of an earthen lamp,,,,,,,the wick that burns itself to light the world around her,,,,,,

Vartika , the elucidiation of vedas ,,,,,,,,,signifying its purity and relevance,,,,,,giving us the insight to the myriad mysteries of our life,,,,,,,,

Vartika, the floral arrangement of a flower ,,,,,,,,,intending to underscore the importance of order in life,,,,,,,,,,as the beauty of flower is reflected by its flawless arrangement ; the beauty of life is portrayed in its rhythm and sync,,,,,,

Vartika , the color,,,,,,,,,,,,,pouring colors of life over the grimness and darkness surrounding this world,,,,,,,

And lastly , Vartika , the "tulika " or the brush ,,,,,,,,,adding colors of happiness and dimensions of hope to your existence

To leave behind,,,,

In the misty morn with glistening rays,,
An answer was given to anxious prays,,,
A wee little girl with wee little smile,,,
Came down to earth to tread the mile,,,,

The world seemed beautiful with its riches galore,,,,
The mysteries to unfurl and the treasures to explore,,,,
She lived in a shell , protected and unharmed
Cocooned in a world of utopian charm,,,,,,

She grew to be loved and cared by all,,,,
Unscathed from any harm that came along,,,
For her the world was this divine home,,,,
Embraced with love , entwined with hope.

And then came the day,,all dressed in red,,,,
With misty eyes that glistened like beads,,,,
She was to leave this abode and tread,,,
The path of her life and the bend ahead .
To leave behind , the days of mirth ,,,
To leave behind , whatever was hers,,,
To leave behind the only identity she had,,,,,
To leave behind for whom she most cared,,,,,
To leave behind , the ONLY world she saw,,,,,
To leave behind , who's part she was,,,
To leave behind , the unconditional care,,,
Bestowed on her irrespective of her flare
To leave behind ,the heavenly love,,,
Which had followed her everywhere,,,,,
To leave behind the Utopian world,,,,
Who's existence she had felt,,,,,
AND to leave behind with only one plead,,,,
To build the same wherever she went.

FOLLOW UR DREAMS ,,,,,,,,,

The alchemist - the book that inspires u to dream big and not just dream but pusrue that dream,,,,,,,,,
The book glides thru a plethora of thoughts and fundae to lead life ,,,,,,The protagonist is indeed someone whom one can look up to draw inspiration and the zeal to achieve what u want,,,,,,,,,,,
Initially on reading the book , it seemed like a book that was far from reality,,,,For after all how many of us have in us the courage to give up all the amenities and chase a dream having no
footing and is nothing more than a figment of our unconscious mind,,,,,,,,,,How many of us dream and believe in there feasibility.,,,,,,I have also dreamt numerous times of achieving something great in life ,,,,,but what remains on regaining consciousness is just a smile resulting on the mere thought of assuming myself in that covetous state,,,,,,,,,,,,,And thats what the story is about : If the mere thought can give u so much happiness then how wud it be to actually achieve ur dream,,,,,,,,,,,,,The moral and way is simple and unique,,,,,,,never give up , work towards ur goal but never forget ur past and who mattered to u ,,,,,,As the King of Salem said ,,," The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world,and never to forget the drops of the oil on the spoon"
But most of us shy off to pursue our dreams,,,,,,,we are one of the two kinds ; The first kind symbolized by the crystal merchant,,,,,,,who are monotonously carrying on with their lives with a secret dream ,,,The dream that is highly realizable ,,,,,,But are skeptical to achieve it for the fear that once it is achieved, they wud have nothing left to excite themselves to carry on with their lives ,,,,,,For Once we have met our ultimate goal , the life wud seem meaningless without any challenge or desire left ,,,,,,,
The other half are those leading a life similar to the early life of the protagonist : The knowledge that gr8 things exist in the world,,,,,,,,but those who are wary to give up this life of comfort , stability and ease to explore untreaded lands,,,,,,,,,,
Most of us undoubtedly populate the second dichotomy(including me),,,,,,,And this book is undoubtedly for people like us to introspect and weigh the importance of our dreams as compared to pithy comforts that surround us,,,,,,,,,What we find is that most of the times when we find that our dreams are not plausible we switch them,,,,,,,,we mould them according to our ambience and surroundings,,,,,Then what remains is not what we actually want to achieve but what can be
ACHIEVED ,,,,,,,,,,,Its not our dream that we pursue then,,,,,,,,,,,It is what is guided by norms and conventions and therefore results in the most hackneyed solution to our dreams,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Instead what we actually require is the endurance and the fanatic like will of the Protagonist to find the treasure ,,,,,,,,,,,,Our dreams might not be as momentous as the treasure or the protagonist's lady love but whatever they are , they are equally important ; for they are our dreams ,,,,,,,,,,,,,We might be mocked as the protagonist is mocked so many times,,,,but that is what will be our litmus test,,,,,,,and that will decide at the end how well can we achieve what we want,,,,,,,,,,,our persistence and perseverance,,,,,,Our will to holdfast to the actual dream without chasing the euphemistic versions of it ,,,,,,,,,,,,And as Paul Coelho advises us ,,,,,,identify the omens,,,,,,,,and perhaps writing this is an omen for me which has rejuvenated in me the importance of realizing my dreams and achieving them,,,,,,,,,,,

WHY

Why is it that a little child,,,,,
Longs to step in his father's boot,,,,,
And the father with all his plight,,,,
Longs to be a child once more,,,,,,
Why is it that we lose to see,,,,,
The love and care of our dear ones,,,,,,
And why do then we yearn for them ,,,,,,
When we know they can never return,,,,,,,,
Why is it that some spend their life ,,,,
yearning for more and more,,,,,,,,
While there are so many others,,,,,
Who care little for what these treasures store,,,,,,
Why is it that luck favors some ...
When all of us bear the brunt.,,,,,
Why is it that "ONLY" some get what they want
When the others've toiled the same amount......
Why is it that these viccitudes ,,,,,,,,,,
Hurt me more than others,,,,,,,
Why is it that I enclose myself,,,,,,,
In wraps of anxiety and bother,,,,,,,,
Why is it that I fail to see,,,,,,
The kindness of THEE,,,,,
Why is it I forget to concede ,,,,,,
How lucky I have been,,,,,,,
Why is this pessimism,,,,,,
Concomitant with me,,,,,,,,
When I know ,inspite of all,,,
How lucky I have been,,,,,,,,,,

The Unknown

I have heard you within me......
And have felt you hear to me....
My agonies and my pain.....
My desires and my aims .....
My distress when I cry ,,,,
My anguish when I sigh........

You led my way when I was lost......
You told me what was right and wrong....
You know why I cry n what makes me smile.....
You know why I tread this long mile.....
You can fathom what i feel......
You know my dreams and what I seek...
You know me through ,but I've yet to seek...
You are the "UNKNOWN" ,,,,I'm yet to meet

The life which is.....

Why am I what I am???? Looking at the vast dark expanse of the welken that shreds the bright sunshine to myriad bits every night;I fear that sooner or later this would be the fate of every being......so why have we been given the hope to live ,,,,,the reason to dream and the zeal to pursue these dreams when ultimately they would be shattered to innumerable shards........