Sand Castle

It was a lazy stroll on the beach-shore,

Perturbing waves rolled with a roar.

As the joy spread across my heart,

A disturbing cry tore away the joy apart.

The roaring waves swept away the beautiful sand castle,

Tears poured down the pale cheeks of a kid with riffle.

The sand, the castle and the cry took me back with clock,

Tears rolled down with pain in my heart with a jiffy block.

With the tide wet sand in my tiny hands, I built a beautiful castle,

Happiness spread and the smiles shined with the crystal sparkle.

With lots of hopes, I slept that night with the endless dreams,

In the rosy dawn, my feet dragged me to castle as sunshine gleams.

The sand was barren and I felt a tempest storm,

With deep pain in the heart I asked my mom.

‘Why did they take my castle, when the world is full of sand?’,

She whispered ‘Somebody took it to build a beautiful home’’.

As years passed, lively world turned slightly pale,

Melodies of the emotions seemed to be fairy tale.

Sorrows didn’t depress and happiness couldn’t excite,

As days turned lame, I decided to act in spite.

‘All iz well’, my ego engraved, ‘But I ain’t’ my heart grumbled.

Ego was torn and smiles were crashed, Same I felt when my castle was destroyed.

In the endless sea, my heart craved for a boon,

A gentle smile appeared like a moon.

Gentle talks & warmth meets nourished ‘My Life’,

Promise laid the base and dreams built the home, its ‘Our Life’.

A cozy place is available in my tiny home, so in my little heart,

I wish you decorate it with colorful dreams with a playful art.

‘The sand castle was never destroyed’, my mom’s words echoed,

‘Somebody took it to build a beautiful home with smiles’, my heart whispered.

The gentle touch of the disheartened kid dragged me to present,

“Your castle is not destroyed”, I whispered at the kid with pleasant.

“Waves took it to build a beautiful palace under the sea,

As I saw the castle just now, one fine day you will also see”.

I got the smile I missed and I got the castle I lost,

I named the castle with love and I wish the dreams frost,

I wish the words on this paper,

Spread the love across forever.

A perpetual hug with a panic silence

I am not sure if I should like the movie – Dhobi Ghat (Mumbai Diaries). Probably this movie is perfect and I don’t like perfection. Whatever it is, this is not a movie review. It is something else, so hang on.

An easy life - full of freedom – lot many chances to commit mistakes – repeat mistakes – enough space to learn - observe trivial stuff - kill time - don’t live for society – but society recognizes… What else you want?

Aamir Khan was a common actor. Like any other actor, he targeted audience with stereotypic loves-lusts-fights stories. But at some point of time, he stopped soothing society. Alternatively, he showed a new dimension towards art-but-no-art movies, or say rare-breed movies. If he did not compromise with those stereotype movies, he wouldn’t have succeeded and never got chance to make countertype movies. People may not have accepted both - movies and Aamir Khan.

Equally reputed actors don’t have this dissolution towards commercial movies. They are not ready to experiment. It needs guts and Aamir Khan has it. ‘Success is relative; it’s just a state of mind’. Success is not something society awards to individual. Instead success is something individual makes society to accept their actions.

Most of the people earn money for the sake of society. They get into loop of competition/ comparison and stay there forever. Handful of folks earns money to keep it as base for their passions. Being ignorant towards money and society is not easy, people are lame ahh…

‘Going deep takes us to VOID’. At the end we may not be sure, was it really worth to go that deep. Whatever we professed may be totally in vain and same with life. It is so simple and straight-forward, but still nobody takes life for granted.

Dhobi Ghat (Mumbai diaries) made me think philosophical. Arun is idiosyncratic character. Shai always feels from heart. Munna is innocent and never tried understanding world. Yasmin is one among commoners who are victims in general. Innocence is portrayed in each of these characters.

But none of these characters are my favorite. I liked the 5th character at most, ‘Mumbai’ personified as old-idle-lady sitting on the chair thro’ out the movie. May be you won’t accept this personification, but it doesn’t matter to me. She is awesome, just an observer, never involves in anything. People ooze their sorrows, plead, threaten, cry, laugh, scream and stir their emotions with the character. Fortunately “the character never responds and never reacts, but always accommodates”.