Even when my eyes are wide open, there's
this world I have - the world of my dreams - that slowly appears and begins to
take control of me. It all starts like a small glint of sparkle, and within no
time, I see my dreams dancing in my eyes like erupting flames of
fire. A thousand worlds with their own gateways and their own stories
appear, and the next moment I see myself in places I never knew could exist.
And when I'm THERE, I ride on the winds of blue sky, enclosing the reddish sun with open arms. Somehow, my inner being sparkles like a reflection of the happy mood of this world so unimaginable.
My dreams hold no doubts, neither do they possess any expectations from me - unlike this world where every step I take is doubted and questioned. They belong with me, completely. I carry them, running like an innocent child, and they - like a kite in my control - follow me, flying with all their magnificence. And often, when I desire, I fly along with them, in those open spaces, unrestricted, unbounded.
I own my dreams more like they're a part of me.. And why not? I've been nurturing them ever since I was a little kid. As the time has flown, My dreams have grown too. From the childhood wonderland to empire of ecstasy and hope, they've come a long way.
They know my heart felt desire to grow old and wise, and find MY purpose of life, but at the same time, always keep reminding me of the childlike joyful world which initiated them. You might want to term all this as running away from the obvious or being insanely optimistic, but I wouldn't call my dreams a refuge from reality. But yes, when I am with them, there's NOTHING else that matters more for me.
And when I'm THERE, I ride on the winds of blue sky, enclosing the reddish sun with open arms. Somehow, my inner being sparkles like a reflection of the happy mood of this world so unimaginable.
My dreams hold no doubts, neither do they possess any expectations from me - unlike this world where every step I take is doubted and questioned. They belong with me, completely. I carry them, running like an innocent child, and they - like a kite in my control - follow me, flying with all their magnificence. And often, when I desire, I fly along with them, in those open spaces, unrestricted, unbounded.
I own my dreams more like they're a part of me.. And why not? I've been nurturing them ever since I was a little kid. As the time has flown, My dreams have grown too. From the childhood wonderland to empire of ecstasy and hope, they've come a long way.
They know my heart felt desire to grow old and wise, and find MY purpose of life, but at the same time, always keep reminding me of the childlike joyful world which initiated them. You might want to term all this as running away from the obvious or being insanely optimistic, but I wouldn't call my dreams a refuge from reality. But yes, when I am with them, there's NOTHING else that matters more for me.
PS : After writing it, even i am thinking what i have written... :P
