THE UNFULFILLED : dreams that don't let you dream

a flower that has taken birth today
will wither tomorrow
a beautiful butterfly will not have
those colourful wings again!
a friend no more in this universe
cannot come back in your life
the times spent and cherished
will never return to you
you were rude, you broke, howsoever you regret
but, he cannot come back to you!
you were once talented, beautiful and wannabe
but, today you aren't!

everything is transient, temporary or short lived                      
but, this is no complaint!
complaints are desires, longing, want...
complaints are dreaming, wishing, and thinking..
dreaming of things that are fulfilled
dreaming of things that may be.
dreaming of things that will never be!

there are many things that will never be fulfilled.
but, this is no complaint.
complaint is our ignorance, our timidity, our helplessness
we are weak..so weak
our eyes are weak to dream of things that are not fulfilled
we long..we aspire..we want day and night
we make plans and invite a future with our dreams fulfilled
then comes into action an active mind
" this is delusion..this is a vision..this is thought.
  this has to go off like a bubble.. "
we hear..we listen..and we react..
but what goes on are these eyes poured with dreams.

but we are stupid and helpless to dream day and night
but, this is no complaint
complaint is
tears wetting the eyes
desire burning the heart
turbulence in the mind
excruciating pain feels the soul

those eyes that once desired, once longed, once wanted something
are closed now!
those eyes don't want to see
they don't want to feel
the dreams are not flowing out,
trapped in..sucked in..engulfed in by longing.
what flows out are sorrows, blood, failure
and i don't say tears
because they don't.

but, this is no complaint.
i complain from that heart, from  those eyes, from that life
i complaint from those dreams..
dreams that are unfulfilled..
" why do you exist?
  why are you the way you are?
  your presence is not simply absence...
  absence of reality of a great fancy
  rather your existence don't let us dream...
  dream even those figments of imagination
  that can be laid with a potent of reality!
  you are the unfulfilled dreams...
  dreams: that don't let us dream!!! "

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
the poem is simply an attempt to project the helplessness and inability of a human being to fulfil his dreams. it is said that if you aspire for something, all you have to do is "perspire" . if you want anything and lighten a deep desire for the same, it may be yours. but ,is it true ? no. not always. sometimes, we all human beings are so incapable and bounded that we simply cannot. and then what lasts is only a desire, a longing, a desperateness, restlessness and an abyss vacuum that cannot be fulfilled. rather, it becomes deeper and deeper if you try fulfilling it . at this situation, the only option a person is left with is : leave yourself on the situation. and then, there comes a day when he stops dreaming.  simply abbreviated as: "you want something, you dint get and now you don't want! huh..!! funny but true.. happens!!!! "
:with love~~isha jain~~

AND THIS IS WHAT I FEEL SOMETIMES

deep within me exists a soul

a light of energy

and a  power with dazzling flame

oh! its transparent..and i cant see it.

but! yes i do see through it.                                                 

the soul makes me feel the presence of those

those that are absent.

this body is a cage for the soul

and this is what i feel sometimes

it wants to see the real beauty

but gets disillusioned by these eyes

when it trys to listen the music

i hear noise from these ears!

soul! you are in a cage

and this is what i feel sometimes.

when my soul was trying to smell the fragrance

the fragrance of love, purity and affection

my senses were smelling the fragrance of a rose

a rose bearing thorns

those eyes were appreciating the beauty of petals

petals that fold every night

they fold because they are afraid of darkness

dear soul! you can see in darkness

and you can see when the sun has set

you can smell when no flower blooms in your vicinity

ha! silly me

where could bloom a flower more vibrant and lush

than the multifarious wings of yours !!!

oh dear! you are in a cage

and this is what i feel sometimes

when my soul was attracted with his embrace

this flesh of filthy blood felt the lust of wildness

for another cage that has no soul

or may be not that divine the divine you are

dear! you are in  a cage

and this is what i feel sometimes

when my soul felt forcefully for those trees

those dancing leaves and twinkling stars

my body was busy wiping tears down these cheeks

soul! you told me to love, love and love

when my body was trying to avenge for those wounds

those scratches i got because of it getting stabbed

cage! you were stabbed at your back

but this soul was betrayed

still it loves, forgives and smiles

because it is energy with light

its fire to burn it all..it could burn its sorrows too..

but soul ! you are in  a cage

i feel pity, helpless, sorry, and restless

but u tell! how can i free you from that cage ?

because i am no other than the guard of that cage

and he (the almighty) told me to protect you under this cage!

because without it, you may be contaminated

by the indecency of evil energy

its here, there and everywhere.

but dear soul! you are in a cage

and this is what i feel sometimes

: 18/05/2012: 9.57 pm: 

: with love~~isha jain~~

DO NOT HIDE THE HIDDEN

Somewhere in those dense, dark and deep trees

Was hidden a soul

She dint  laugh, nor did she cry, nor she knew about any emotion

Seeing a woman cry about ageing

She laughed

Seeing  a  man embracing her lady

She found ridiculous

A child smiling for no reason

Never  drew her  attention

She was a soul hidden somewhere in darkness

The wide canopy over her never allowed any sun rays

To come onto her and embrace

Somebody who has seen all darkness

And no light would never know both of them

And that was her soul

Her  big foot ever walked with a pace fast

Because slowing down was not her habit

She dint speak useless

 because nobody resides

In those deep  and dark forests

To listen her endless

her soul was in peace always like always

not because she maintained harmony

but because she dint entangled with any soul ever

Somewhere in those dense, dark and deep trees

Was hidden a soul

It  was a soul powerful, energetic and dazzling

It had colours of peacock and wisdom of saints

It could sing like a nightingale

And love like chakora

Her  thirst had absorption similar to a dry land in desert

But she dint knew of all this because

Somewhere in those dense, dark and deep trees

Was hidden a soul

Her  wings were fluttering with joy and fire

Fire! Energy, power and spirit

But  who knows it was fire

Because the canopy wont allow

It wont allow for the brightness to emerge out of the forest

Her attire was  white, simple and beautiful

Her long and dense hair  spread on that white

It looked like fragrant sandal all covered with reptiles

But,  the darkness of forest never  allowed to see that white

Beauty cannot be seen unhidden from eyes

Somewhere in those dense, dark and deep trees

Was hidden a soul

But  times changed,  winds changed and so changed climate

And so came a day

when those leaves and flowers were being shed

the canopy lost its existence

and it was no more dense, dark and deep

there came quanta of sunshine falling

the forest is no more dark and its all bright

bright enough to dilate her pupils wide

imagine  what would have been with that soul in light

she saw herself white and all bright

silly! She becomes afraid in those rays of sunshine

fear,  awe, despair  and fright

but, soon she realised that she has wings

this time her fluttering wings took her on flight

her  wings help her fly

and she could because there are no trees dense                            

to obstruct her way from here to there or everywhere

she went

when she felt the colours that emerged from her soul

she realised the beauty, vibrant and Ecstasy in a flow

she was beautiful , magnificent and pure

 and she sings sweet  and to beats

 when dances  falling green leaves

sometimes that soul flys over those forests

and regrets the days of her being captivated

but soon her fluttering wings radiate aura

beautiful, magnetic, forceful and goth

she feels .. realises and smiles at present

because  a  captivating past is all that led to

a free present.

: 19/05/2012: 3.59 am: 

AUTHOR'S NOTE :

“ every human being among all of us is a species with beauty, talent, growth, charm and quality.

Each soul is divine, beautiful, ecstatic  and a fragrant rose that knows what could be emotions, love, care and affection. But,  on hiding these talents, thoughts, feelings or may be not realising them; we are captivating this beautiful soul. Come, come out! Fly and let those beautiful colours emerge ! they wont hurt any species nor will your vibes could hit that of others. Because love, freedom, colour and energy has no bounds or  any dark side. They all are different attires of beauty!

Don’t let yourself be in that cocoon. Come and emerge out! “

: with love~~Isha jain~~