...my imaginary chashmish girl..

..me and thee..
..for each other..' are '.. we meant to be..
..in my dreams and in my heart..
..i did see your face right from the start..
..dreaming of you makes my night worthwhile..
..thinking of you makes me constantly smile..
..i long to know the secrets of your pull..
..is it because my sunshine is taurus ' the bull '..
..why is it ' you ' that i have made my goal...
..why thinking of you makes my mind go out on a  stroll..
..soul mates i believed were once a myth..
..right now its you the one i wanna be with..
..that our paths intertwined not just by chance..
..maybe fate is going to sing  us a beautiful romance..
..i am starting to think,for u shall i...take the risk...
..as i continue to travel ' you ' with my eyes,promiscuous... ;)
..something tells me that ' you ' are the one..
..thinking of you is how my day has always begun..
..having you is the best thing ever..
..to have you is what i want ' forever '...
..i often ask myself am i dreaming too far..
..getting whisked into the abysmal valleys of wonder...
..all i need is a place in your serene heart..
..a ' place ' where it never grows dark..
..praying for some magic to happen so very divine..
..that a day will come when i can call you ' mine '... ;) :) ;) :(  :)

 : chashmish in hindi means the one who wears glasses.

.. captive imagination.. :)

 they can put out the lamps
   where the lovers meet
but they cannot blind the moon


In jail writes Marxist poet and activist Varavara Rao,
waiting becomes a habit that slowly turns into addiction, time can draw out endlessly,a gaping maw,seconds stretch into minutes and minutes into hours,the hours move so slowly,you might almost watch them walk by.
In the movie  'Shawshank Redemption' Morgan Freeman plays the role of a lifer, he says that in confinement one gets ample lot of time to think the unthinkable,that is why prison writing is such a formidable genre..
There are stories of prisoners getting caught while writing and their work being confiscated and burnt but nothing stops them ,they are ready to start from scratch from the very next day.
Every prisoner has two things which no warden can confiscate,
that is ' memory ' and 'imagination  '...
Memory is double-edged,it can hurt or soothe, imagination too is schizophrenic,it can create 'invisible fears' or the ' fruits of creativity '..
Cevantes  'Don Quixote', John Bunyan's ' the Pilgrims Progress', Jean Gebet's 'Our Lady of Flowers', Hitler's 'Mein Kemph' were all written in confinement. Australian convict Gregory David Roberts blend of fact n fiction 'Shantaram' sold millions of copies, parts of Nehru's books were also written in confinement.
Captivity creates its own 'imagination'.
Their movements restricted ,prisoners often look at their surroundings with a ' magnifying glass ', revelling into the ' extra-ordinariness ' of everyday things.
Says Rao that pigeons in the prison reminded him not of forgotten people but of the bonds that must be forgotten,not of past lives,but of the past trapped in the present.In jail prisoners wrote of ants,of trees shedding every over leaf before being replaced by millions shoots one glorious morning.
Prison can do many things, it cannot shackle the vagabond heart . ;)

: 'they'... out here in the beginning is referred to the warden,'lovers' the writer n his work,n 'moon'... is his imagination ;)