PAPER PLANE

There are questions all around! All they say is seek out the answers. There was a world- some time back- may be, a long time back- there were no questions! There were no answers either. There was life- just there- waiting for us to experience it, live it! May be that was all dream! But aren’t dreams the lessons that the other world taught us? So many years, or perhaps, so many lives have gone past us! May be it is now the right time, to revise the lessons lost!

A dragon-fly that seemed as though it did not fly on it own, but the breeze was making it move. It was such fun to feel it flutter in your hand! But why is the thought bringing a tear in those eyes, that once shone with joy! What is making us think- it is not right? Is it the questions? Or the answers? It’s something beyond questions or answers! Colours were magic! You never ever got tired of them! Whatever they may be- but it was something that was far more beautiful than anything you had ever seen before! Where is the magic now? Why is that that there are only a few of them now? Questions and Questions again!

Have you seen a paper plane?
Have you seen it soar up in the sky- just anywhere?

I have. I used to think that I could make it anytime- out of a piece of paper- and board on it and just go anywhere! I used to watch movies where pigeons and swans carried messages of love to places far and unknown! My paper plane was just the same! It would take me to planets I read about! I could try playing around the Saturn’s rings! Or perhaps, I could measure even the Jupiter! I could go to school on it! How that would envy my friends around!

Have you felt it too? Ever?
Where was that life lost?
Where was that world? It could not be here- but then where?

Questions.

Answers you’d seek- and they say- they lie within! But so are the questions! People around feel so happy and proud of you all the time- to see that you’ve grown up! Being “responsible”! And yet- you keep asking yourself- “Am I”? And you keep saying to yourself- “Someday I wish to go away from everything, for a while”! That is where, the world is lost. The moment, when you dreams cease to remain dreams and become logical! They become your future! “You make your future”, I hear them cry! Sure you do! But not at the cost of your happiness! Not at the cost of your dreams!

There is a hope- that stays alive. That someday we would learn to dream again. Someday- the dreams would cease to remain logical! Some day the sun would wake me up with a smile and the moon would sing me a lullaby! There would be white and blue balloons all around me- and I would help them fly away!

Stop questioning for a while! Stop answering for sometime! There is life awaiting to be lived! There is a world awaiting to be revived! Awaiting to dream about! There is always a paper plane, waiting out there- for you to board on- and fly away…