Our dreams!!!

I was talking to my roommate, about dreams!!!
I was telling him about an instant dream (occur often), when i was crossing the Najma roundabout(a place at Doha), a BMW sports car with open roof just passed me , and there was a couple sitting , the girl was very beautiful and the boy was too....and I at once I felt a sort attraction towards that class of lifestyle, and i just left the thought and i was busy with meeting some persons and all, and i was telling these incident and what feeling that couple made in mind to my roommate when we were sitting together, he was eating , i was not hungry and was sitting beside him watching him and we were talking, and our talks reached to dreams........
and suddenly I happened to mention the names of Meideen and Somettan and about their lives , and my eyes were filled and i couldnt complete the sentence.


those are moments when we can be proud our self that things that make us eyes filled worth filling it , and worth filling life.I dont know where they are now , its almost 4 years since i met them.........but i am telling you my comrades ............you are here in our hearts ..............and will be............when ever we dream of BMWs thoughts about you make us responsible.........thought about you make us dream responsibly......

when the search continues!!!

When ever i talk to my conscience i feel guilty............i know one day i will regret for these days , which i am wasting now, what my mind keeps on chanting my ears all these years!!!!oh mother....forgive me............for being late/'late'?.

Nature is the mother.Anything against her is against us , the members of universe.

She got the power to make anything God,(or She can bring that object either living or no living to that point where we call something God),so i want to revert , its the only way.

Now i look at myself and finding the cola or pizza near me i feel guilty....

When reading 'Jidhu' or 'One straw revolution' we have the urge.....but where we ignore it? at what point?comforts?defined things are bitter but we don't know what is sweet so we think there is no other tastes better than bitterness.

Its long since i wrote anything ........its long since i talked to any of my friends.......(and for me i don't have anyone of that sort at Doha)Remembering those good days in India -my breath ,where we had life!!! where we had souls in our rhythms,where we had a language of beauty and breeze........afterall where we had dreams...................