La-Hasil dreams

 La-Hasil dreams 

 Dreams, the one we see when are asleep and the we chase while we are awake. They are called dreams. We see some, we fear some, we achieve some, we lose some, that’s what they say about dreams. But what happens to those unachievable dreams, the la-Hasil ones, the one you wanted even on the stake of your life, those dreams. And when they crumble and shatter, what happens to one who dared to see them, dared to have the courage to work for it despite knowing you might just leave empty handed with dust of ashes at end. This is conversation between two of such lost souls sitting on the edge of this bitchy thing called life.

So, she said:

And then I stood there,

Looking at them,

Looking at it all,

All that I could have seen,

All that I could have had,

Standing there as a shining prize,

The prize for which I have sold my soul,

The prize for which I’m no more,

That prize is just mocking me now,

Crowned on its throne,

High above the pedestal for me,

Far away from my sight,

And I stood there,

As if it enslaved my legs,

Captivated them,

Held me there to look at my misery,

My ruin,

My agony,

To look at what I could’ve been,

To look at what I could have had.

And the reply came:

Na-kaamyaad khaab, la-haasil khaab. 

Aaik khaab jo merer seene main dafn hai muddat se

Vo khaab jo ab absaar se kahi dur ho chala hai,

Kuch dhundhla dhundhla sa nazar aata hai

Vo khaab jo dekha tha ladak-pan main, 

ab la-haasil sa nazar aata hai. 

Ab sochta hu vo alam gira du jo uthaye the

Vo ahad bhula jo vo khahe the

Aur bhula du vo tarana-e-baghwat jo gaaya tha

Ke main ab in lakeero ke tale kaabiz ka nazar aata hu

Majburi, mahjoori si nazar aati hai. 

Loads of strength 

Team Querencia