The Dreamer

There are some good stories and there are some bad stories. And then there are some true stories. Stories, those inspire us to think beyond our limitless capabilities and countless possibilities to be successful in this vast vulnerable world.

That day when everyone was sleeping in their own beautiful world of dreams, his eyes were sleepless but hopeful watching the darkness of night and waiting for the dawn to come up so that he may pour his heart out and tell it that he might be the most unsuccessful man on earth but he is still alive and fighting against all the odds every now and then. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and thanked God for all His love and affection and started writing; welcoming the dawn which was now shining through the glass window.

"It seems that everything is a dream. And nothing is irrelevant in this dream. Every tiny particle is meant for something. These could have different paths towards one possible destination, which is bound to reach eternity. The best thing about this dream is the journey happening each and every second.
What if there is no sound and I could only here the sound of my heart beats.
What if there is no darkness and I could see the light of happiness showering over me like a soothing November rain.
What if I lie over a snowy mountain, my eyes closed and I touch its snow till it melts through my fingers.
What if I could reach the depth of the ocean and embrace all of its softness deep into me.
What if I die and before that I could actually live."

He stopped writing, closed his diary, packed a few things and moved out of his place leaving everything behind.

He lives somewhere in a small village in Himalayan Mountains, teaching a bunch of village children and living life. He considers himself successful whenever he sees a smiling face because of him. He writes as well, at times.

People call him 'The Dreamer'.

                                                       -Snehil Srivastava

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स्वीकार्यता का मोहUnaccepted

सूख चुके आंसुओं सी शक़्लें

आखिर कुछ कह देने को कांपते होंठ
घुप्प अँधेरे को ढूंढती आँखें
अस्वीकार हैं मुझे
टीसते घावों से रिसता खून
रुंधे गले की घुटी आवाज़ें
क्षत विक्षत लाशों के ढेर
अस्वीकार हैं मुझे
ईर्ष्या, ग्लानि, द्वेष का भाव
छिछली नदी में डूबती नाव
संयोग वियोग का अनवरत चक्र
अस्वीकार है मुझे
स्मरण मिथ्या बातों का
तिरस्कृत मनोभावों का
मृत होने का संकल्प
अस्वीकार है मुझे

स्वीकार यदि कुछ है
तो वो मौन क्यों है?

-Snehil Srivastava

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The Golden ring

"I think I'm in love with you. I cannot stop smiling, every time I imagine you. I like glancing at you many a time when you shrug for a silly reason and make poker face. I like when you tie your hairs though you look cuter the other way. I like your big Bengali eyes talking to me in deep ocean-silence. I like your Patiala suit which I actually don't like at all. But I miss your presence when I'm on my own, all alone. I miss being a part of your life. I miss the naive you. I miss loving you in real and hugging you so tight that your warmness would fill my heart with love once again."

"Do you really mean what you've just said or it’s again your writing skills that might have impressed quiet a number of stupid girls in the past? Because, I just don't trust you anymore."
She, ignoring all my sacred feelings for her, had said the bitter truth just like that.
"Well, if you are happy, I must tell you; I have quoted these filmy lines from one of Shahrukh's romantic movie. But if you are not happy, I must leave and never come back to you or to your life."
And I turned to find my exit in next couple of seconds letting her be herself for the rest of the times.
The Golden ring was fading its shine, sinking in the river that he bought the day before they broke up.

-Snehil Srivastava

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