Dream amidst Reality

Is dream only an imagination of inner soul?

Far apart from Reality? Can’t it be a goal?

Is it a desire? Or a sparkle of hope?

Or a mixture of colors in a Kaleidoscope?

Dream can be marvelous, elegant and deep, Something to cherish, worth to keep. But sometimes it’s scary, bizarre with agony, Endless tragedy in a life of irony. Then suddenly comes the Reality and the Dream dies?

Is it the consciousness that pings us, on opening the eyes? What if, the dream of good hope appears in Reality?

It can be done, it’s not a probability. Dream to Reality is bridged by action and work. All can achieve, beholding the Dream a racing mark.

Dream can be smooth, a bed of roses, Reality can be harsh, having variety of poses.

Dream can be broad, without an end. The Reality of existence it always defend. It is hard and futile at the first, Achieving the Dream, it is the Reality that lasts. Urge to achieve can be halted by peer-pressure and money, Always remember, it is not the path, but a trap of honey. Dream should be big, unbound, robust and positive, Accomplishing in Reality, that’s should be the motive.

Undulating and full of tribulations the road can be, Running away from Reality, it’s the coward shall be.

Work in unity and the ability to forgive, Marks the Dream for existence and the Reality to live. Ultimately, there’s one thing, no doubt to claim, We the NIPERians, always Dream for the Reality of fame!

-Arka Das

To reach heaven on earth, alchemize your emotional pain into power and use that power to transmute your fear into unconditional love…

MOM

You taught me that challenges are part of life …but Facing challenges is an art of living

You taught me to be grateful for the life I have You taught me to be polite and patient in every situation

You make me ready to face and fight every trial and obstacle that comes in my life Sometimes whenever I want to give up An unknown inspiration pushing me forward, Someone who never compromised with her values, Someone who would teach me what dedication is, Then I take all the courage and rise again You always had my back; whenever I had tears,

MOM you are like a moon

As the cock crows in the morning, you arise, no you doesn’t Because even before the cock crows, you already Up and alert to what the day brings your way

As the sun rises, benevolence is all you pray for Just as the sun rays hit the sky so does your love reaches my heart.

MOM

You’re like a sun

You nurtured me in your womb and brought me into the world You admonish me and keeps me in your blossom

MOM

You never said I love you to me but you never stop loving me and caring for me like no one

Yes, mom, I wanted to write a gratitude story about you, but I realized that the 26 alphabets in the English language are not enough to describe your sacrifices and the unconditional love of a MOTHERS

SALUTES TO ALL THE MOTHERS OUT THERE