The Siren Lake..
(that calls me every time I see it..)

I could see it from any of the large windows present on the passage between every two floors while passing by the flight of stairs in my 6-storeyed hostel. Whenever I see this lake I only wish to reach there by any means. Its hardly 40-50 steps from the backyard of my hostel, through a small gate which is always locked and there is no other way that i know of yet. I love standing by this giant window and gazing at the lovely lake for hours and hours but sadly I am always on run. Just looking at it makes me happy.. blissful beyond any measures. Its beautiful and much more than that. There are so many things that add to its charm, the birds that swim in it (which I thought were ducks until yesterday but they are not!), the patches of lotus leaves, the weeds that grow profusely, the swirls and the tiny waves that form on its surface, men fishing on their boats, the mesmerizing hill view, the greenery, a large stretch of green field (where I can run uninhibited till I am out of breath) and the muddy path that runs along the confines of the lake. At night, the lights at the other end of the lake appears to be like devil-eyes, watching over the lake. Its serenity, both during the day and night, drifts you to a dream world. Its aloofness has perhaps made it more enticing. How much I wish I could go there, The Lake that lies off the beaten track..

Maybe thats why I find the dreams that I see with my conscious and free mind to be so alluring. They give me a picture of a shangri la mysteriously beautiful and remotely out of reach. The things I crave for most, I can see them just in those dreams. Maybe one day, when I'll reach that lake, I'll start believing these dreams can also come true..