Tread on my dreams

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats

Common man poor. Poor common man. Tread softly friends. I live by the inch of my life. Wife gets water 4 a.m. in the morning, I leave house after half a bucket water bath. Soap is a month old used by the 4 of us sparingly. Tread softly dear friend. Say thank you when I clean your tables in your daily hangouts or make the paan after a heavy meal. Tread softly.

Squeezed am I between the hoary past I left behind to find shelter in this mother city. She embraced me, she nursed my battle wounds. Fugitive was I. Lost in her crore folds and myriad shades. Yes, I speak of my mother. Marred and lusted after her blood by thirsty war mongers.

No longer they require battle fatigues and a ground to make it red. They prefer entering houses uninvited to satiate their bloodlust. Hungry wolfs were better. They had hunger for excuse. These wolfs know of no hunger, know of no love. They don’t hunt for their small ones, they hunt to rip out people of their bare existence.

Tread carefully my brother. I am made the same as thee. I am made of thee. I am thee.

Regards,

Cerebral Zephyr

Your life for a bullet please

I have lived 26 yrs. Had countless friends and dear loves. Memories I wish to share and thoughts I have gathered from the experience of living, loving, fighting, winning and losing. I wish no harm. I hate no religion. I love not all, but I hate none.

As days pass by and we innocents bite the bullet, it must be noted that we are the same people who work & live for our children, wives, parents, and siblings. Life isn’t easy, and we fight accordingly to ensure a roof is over our heads and dignity on our faces and carriage.

No one determines my death. Least of all when I am unarmed. I deserve a chance, an opportunity to speak out before I bite the bullet for nothing. I deserve to live, to let live and not build walls of fear around me when I see a bearded gentleman or an unclaimed baggage.

With frayed minds and bodies we plough on to live and fight another day. Why do we get up in the morning? For whom? Is the only sole reason of my purpose is to be gunned down by a freak chance of being in one of the hotels on those fateful days?

I refuse to believe and chuck out any allegations of inequality. We are all divided here. By caste, creed, region, religion and even sex! Does it justify that you (you terrorist) have the right to channel your abundant energies in gunning down people (civilians), people you don’t know and haven’t even met before in your lives?

Freedom isn’t worth fighting for when the blood of innocents is shed. Doesn’t this statement drum enough sense in your egg shell minds. Why do you educated of all, the first among equals indulge in such mindless violence? What drives this bloodlust?

I know there are issues. So get the best on your side to the table. Violence is not the last option, it is not an option. Reason is. Exercise your reason. Show us the best in you all before you come down to the worst. Exercise your reason when you hear rhetoric from your elders or leaders.

I again reiterate the fact. The fact being – my belonging to a certain sect or religion doesn’t determine my affiliation to a certain misguided beliefs my fellow followers may have. In this fracticious world, lets unite and be ruled by reason rather than hate rhetoric.

Deeply hurt and bleeding tears,

Cerebral Zephyr

The Great Purifier

Ever been so angry at yourself or someone that you feel like destroying something/anything in your path. When you can actually feel the blood coursing through your veins and rising up till your temple?

I feel it at times. Rare though it might be. Thats a good time to let the great purfier kick in. When the only obvious choice is venting it out, choose the alternative to your impending actions and reactions.

Speak to yourself. Let calm take over. Control. Breathe. Empathise. Be objective. Try it out. It purifies when you take the other path. It helps. It works best when the person expecting your wrath sees a gentler, sensible and sensitive side of you. It can shame them to an extent when they actually see this other you. A person in control with themselves.

There’s no going back from there. I love the fix. I love the great purifier. Opens up pathways to learning about yourself.

Regards,

Cerebral Zephyr

Over the Top

Sometimes patience runs out. Its what makes and separates us from the beasts. Patience requires wisdom, clarity and understanding to drive it. It tests everything that’s fine, alive and human in us. Patience of parents over their brood, patience of a teacher towards her students, lovers over each other. Everything. Everything is Patience.

Patience is the glue that binds all of us. Patience for friends, foes, relatives, policies. Patience is the silent observer for all ongoings. It looks, observes and cautions.

But sometimes it runs out. Sometimes the mother of all virtues – patience runs out. It doesnt listen to the counsel of its siblings wisdom and tolerance. How long can it wait anyways? When all venues run out, options dry and alternatives don’t seem viable.

Love never runs dry. Its indifference that replaces it, not hate. Astounding as it may sound, it isn’t hate that kills relationships. You can never hate the person you loved. If you do, you never loved anyways. Love keeps us alive and its patience which forms the mortar for the brick house/home. But how long can the wait last? How long can one go on before the light at the end of the tunnel shines itself as a beacon for the hopeless and the disheartened?

Patience. I have been patient. Breathe. Patience. Breathe. I will continue to remain so. But I can’t face hearts that have turned to stone. Hitting hopelessly like a wave on a high rock. Sometimes the pedestal is so high that you develop a pain in the neck trying to figure out who’s on top.

Regards,

CZ