Chimerical echoes

“Most of the things which are left unsaid in the world are probably the chances which destiny gives to us to alter the outcome of our lives. But sadly these chances remain as only “what-if” in many peoples life and the few who do choose it.” Life started out normal for Ina orphaned at ten, nowhere to go, Nobody to care destined to end up as a nameless nobody in the streets. But destiny smiled at her as her step mom took her in. Barely 10 unable to understand the complexity of the situation but pleased with the change in plans Ina realized only in the years to come her step mom’s real interests for her. Present Day (Morning) “Ina, it’s getting late,” yelled Lia. Possibly only Ina can be this slow with things, why does mom put up with her anyway …such thoughts continued to trail in her mind as her step-sister walked in with the ironed clothes. “Ina, why do you keep being so slow, for god sake you have been ironing clothes since you were twelve. Why you make me yell at you every morning.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind. -Khalil Gibran

We the people of this CIVILIZED world live in glass houses…. Within our fragile setup where we merely just look out and see atrocities prevail. We have been so called the products of “progressive” civilizations Yet we loot, we plunder, we kill, we harass, we cheat, we lie We wage wars, we nuke, and we discriminate, And falsify our actions as Glory… I question myself whether we can be branded in any way as “Humane”

The chances of ending up as a lonely man had never occurred to him. He did not have any regrets as far as he cared. He was 28 years old, had a steady income, and owned a single bedroom flat; he was definitely better off than most of his counterparts. It was not that he was passionate about programming, but who is? People work for money; they work to put bread on the table. His passions can wait ……. Life is yet to begin right….. But right now all he could think is why everybody around him ignored HIM. He pushed through the crowds. He stood frozen at what he saw. It was him lying on the ground….. “It was a terrible thing… and such a young man.” “It’s such a pity……” Laments kept echoing.

Dreams Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. This is a poem by "Langston Hughes"....... I am not a very literary person but a friend of mine asked me to read this poem. I was stuck by the optimism that the poet seems to generate with his words. The importance to hold fast and stand by , no matter what the barrier ......... All of us cherish dreams, we hope for better things, better situations and so on. Dreams help us to aspire, wish, hope , feel for things to come. Dreams help to harness with others in a realm beyond our understanding. Our dreams reflect collectively a lot of goodness .......but the antonym of the word "Dream" is "Reality"...... This is very ironic considering the fact that whatever "goodness" we seek remains just a distant dream and not a ground reality. These are not words from a &qu