Do dream, but not make dream your master

We are passionate of dreaming. A personality who does not know the art of dreaming hardly translates the life in absolute beauty of success. Dreams refuel the possibilities of success in- exhaustively. Dreams do not have any foundation on the ground of reality as such. Yet to dream is our aspirant habit because it has no terminal point with suspension. When our conscious mind remains sleepy the latent desire of our aspiration comes close to us again and again as a way of dream in order to recharge our sense of ambition aiming at convert that into success. If life is assessed in terms of success and achievement dreams do have a significant role to play with tremendous versatility. Dream steps up our urging forward with a spirit to win. And at the same time non-illusive dreams send the sense to be defeated in permanent exile.  Dreams ignite our aspiration in robust optimism provided we can dream from that very angle of vision. So dreaming in a life is compulsion. If we can love our dreams passionately we can catch hold of those dreams with ultimate optimism. He is the successful man who can turn his dreams into reality with an untiring effort where propensities to lethargy should be kept aside with no option.

Intricate bonding in small dreams leads to a golden dream to mature the best of all time. As soon as a dream turns into success we are deluged in inexplicable pleasure. The delight out of this pleasure does not have a specific limit to categorize. But how to well knit all the small dreams in a single thread is an art to be learnt in substantiation. No dream should be sidelined in consideration to insignificance. We should make it a habit to turn small dreams successful in our life with realistic composition. It is obviously a challenging continuation. If it can be done honestly with all sincerity we can take the challenge of dreaming in larger concept and broader aspect. This is perhaps the highest challenge of life though certainty of life always stands before a big question mark. None knows what would take place in the very next moment.

Many of us are under the strong opinion that dream breaks as soon as we open our eyes from the sleepy state. There is nothing unusualness in it. It has obviously a nodal background to draw such a conclusion. That we will not dream as it breaks is a meaningless conception. We are to build up the habit of dreaming because dreams accelerate our aspirations to mature in perfect form. We live encircling our dreams.

But one thing we should keep in our mind that mere idle dreaming is of no use because it eats away our urging to take actions. It signifies that we should never allow dreams to be the master us. Once dreams become the master of our mind we will go on idle dreaming in tandem without taking any action to turn the dreams in reality. It is better called day-dreaming. It is a nonsense luxury. It has no base at all in practice. It diminishes our spirit to do work in full swing. A man of without aspiring spirit is sure to be crippled in sense. As a consequence of that, success in one’s life is deferred for an indefinite period. Success being deferred deposits frustration and vexation. A vexed and frustrated life is always painful.

We must dream for a success or achievement, but we must defend dreams to rule our life. On the contrary we are supposed to govern dreams as per our own requisition and requirement. We should always remember that we are the ruler of our own mind. No encroachment in this context will be permitted by any sense. It is the golden formula to tackle our own dreams in terms of maturity to success. One more thing we should never forget that if we want to keep our dreams alive for a grand success we should subscribe due importance to dreams of others also.      

No camouflaging, not behind the mask

Known figures are strangely becoming unknown. Known pictures are changing steadily to the address of unknown. Known rhythms of life are appearing not understandable. Even the honesty and morality of life are changing mysteriously their properties as chemical changes take place. Characters responding to the basic philosophy of life are becoming mute on unknown reasons. The concept that we are committed to the welfare of human being has, as if, lost its way out of limitations of no-convincing thinking. Every one of us is perhaps undulating in trust and distrust. The only identity what is left for us is living fossil. We see, but don’t say. We understand, but hardly react. Civilization is changing its definition. Man prospers step by step with the advancement of civilization. The civilization that underscores the sense of human understanding morality is definitely to be discarded and this happening now in broader perspective. Then the question remains alive where will we stand now? Are we to assimilate our down-going as a way of compulsion?

Dismissal of standing before the truth is an offense because it adulterates the purity of our own soul. Piteously to quote, camouflaging is the growing trend of the day. Almost every one of us is trying to camouflage himself putting on a mask. That is why it is becoming very difficult to identify the man behind the mask. The mask is appearing before us as the deceptive truth and the real man remains unreachable. If the bitterness in a man is sugar coated it is very much confusing and once sense of confusion grips our mind in illusion we fail to point out the actual location of truth and false. If there is no sharp demarcation between truth and false life leads to be entrapped in a mess. Now it has become a pertinent question why we are afraid of facing the truth what is as transparent as day light in bright sun shine. It is well understood that lie can rule in a very short spell. As soon as the truth is exposed lie does not find any room to stand. Yet we are deliberately trading lies behind the mask to establish cheap identity.

Those who are inclined to keep their mouths behind the mask malign the society itself and the society never tolerates such hypocrisy. A society always demands transparency because it keeps the code of the society always aloft. Ill motive persons can temporarily dilutes the ethical code of conduct of the society. But as soon as the society detects that those persons are thrown away to the liter bin of the society. Society never forgives those persons who want to break the foundation of the society for their personal interest acting as a fraud behind the mask. They who have the requisite courage to challenge lies flexing the muscles of truth and rationality are always greeted in high esteem by the society attached common people. It is basic principle of the society itself.

To err is human. Errors and omissions are quite natural in a life. Every man walks in a untraveled path because mental set up of each and every one never runs in concurrency. So, in case of any deviation or flaw there is no sense of hide and sick policy. When a person of any mental set up confesses his guilt out of repentance people of the society condone that in a liberalized mind. In that case concealment of truth is of no use because concealment of fact leaves always a mark of stigma. So, it is better to call spade a spade. We learn from our mistakes. A man who does not commit any mistake signifies that he is averse doing any work.

So there stands no need of camouflaging. Tendency of camouflaging turns a man heartless. And a heartless man is a burden to the society. This category of men never contributes to the society with a specific noting. Besides this, a man with a mask punctuates his life unnecessarily. Truth beautifies our life in optimum elegance. So we don’t have any need to be the slave of lies. Lies are very short living and the maturity value of it is very insignificant. It can be concluded firmly that there is no sense to keep mouth covered under the mask. Mask is sure to be unmasked a day. A man being unmasked a day can hardly recognize his own identity in true sense. So better be an identity with no mask at all because disguise turns a man hypocrite.     

Who are you in my silence?

In my silence, in my solitude, in the fathomless depth of my subconscious mind, in my companionless walking along a desolate road you come time and again. Your presence is well felt without any figurative body. Not even a shadow of yours is ever visible to me. But how strangely I am closely associated with you in my senses and feelings I fail to understand. You are mysteriously very much concerned with all my movements and whereabouts. Sometimes I try to draw a picture of you in my imagination. Those attempts have never seen the light of the day. The more I say please leave me alone, the more you come to me with invisible intimacy. You try to appease me in my restlessness. I feel your words of consolation, but fail to translate that into language as your language of communication is Greek to me. Communicating language perhaps matters very little because there is a strong sense of attachment, not to be overruled by any sense. So I search you every now and then in mist but you remain ever unexposed. Your hallucinating guidance often compels my line of action to be changed. I run into perplexity with confusing approach. Your presence is very much acknowledged in my silence. Why does it come upon as a way of renewal in course of my life it is really an illusion giving no explanation at all?

At times a moment appears in everyone’s life when silence is more aloud in complete muteness. Then he wants to lead a life in perfect isolation. Just at that moment of such mental set up of mine you come upon in my feeling with certain obvious message. You create huge rolling waves one after another in the still sea of my thinking. Sometimes you dictate me to dream of beauty in truthfulness. Sometimes you strangely advise me to remain passive in ultimate passiveness. Sometimes duration of my muteness is lengthened and it is none but you to hold the responsibility of this. It is you who transforms my life in striking contrast. I feel every now and then your tremendous influence on me. Yet it is unspoken to me who are you in my soul with no allowance to unveil you in perfect composition.

In the grazing field of my mind certain unworldly conversations flash upon as the lightening. These conversations are translated as ultimate wailing in my mind. I am searching you in all my earnestness. Are you a dead soul or anything mysterious spirit by character? Does your existence over spread in infinite horizon? I also want to move towards infinity because I am always averse to captivity. Two identical particles moving towards infinity under the attraction of some forces must meet a day with no room for dispute. This is inevitability.

There is no secrecy in our private life. Secrecy is a word to be exposed a day. You have touched my mind in ultimate softness. You are just like a star studded night sky with prevailing mystery. The silence of night is always appealing. But unfortunately it does not last long. So you can never conceal you forever. Union of ours is simply a time bound assignment.

You loved me once. It had no impurities. But it did not last long. Perhaps separation was the only reality. But I did never dream that it would have been the permanent separation. Incidentally that happened leaving me in the lurch. I became pathetically alone in this world. But you did not think of that even the least.

You are my love and you loved me once like frenzy. I was completely mad in love with you. That love was pure and divine. Some scrupulous forces snatched my love from me. Since then I am in complete desolation. I have now recognized you. You are also running in bereavement. So you come to me in my silence. I want have a reunion with you. I can do it as I believe so. Heave sake, wait for me. I am coming and coming with a crash of all boulders of separation. I am sure to recognize you, But if you don’t, please identify me with deep wounds of love.