Winged Dreams – II

Dreams are set to be broken; they are made to be broken. Every time while opening eye, dream breaks and brings you back to the real world. How lovely and how pretty the dreams are when one is asleep? Impossible seem possible in dream, desires are fulfilled in dream and everything seems so real. This is what I love about dreams, yet I hate it- because it breaks every time. It is confined to the unreal world, to the unreachable world and to the untouchable world. The most painful moment I feel is while the eyelids gets opened automatically from the sweet sleep. How rude is this moment? How painful is this moment when I don’t want to open my eyes because I am dreaming something so beautiful and eyelids open unknowingly. Suddenly, you are brought back to the real world, your bed, your room, your world, your real world in which you are supposed to live, you are bound to live and you can’t ignore it in anyways.

Dreams are yet precious. Dreams are yet lovely. Dreams are yet powerful. Dreams are yet attractive. Dreams are yet dominant. Dreams are yet “Dreams”. They have wings and they fly away. I am one of those who love dreaming. I dream to make myself strong. I dream to fulfill those things that are never, ever and will be never-ever fulfilled in the life time. My dreams have wings. Every time I dream they fly away giving a severe heartache. So, I have stopped dreaming because

In the clouds

A cup of magical black coffee without sugar, tipping rain , a wet umbrella and the blue mimosa everywhere; I just love to walk in this rain.

Isn’t it amazing how water pours from the sky above our head? During my childhood I always imagined to touch sky, especially the rainbow. I always wanted to have wings as a child. Such a stupid I was, I jumped off a wall thinking that I will fly away with a comb in my hair and along with brother :). Nothing happened to us, luckily. I always imagined as a child to be a bird, to have cartoons as my friends they were mostly Gummi bears, Chip-Dale and most importantly I imagined being Minnie Mouse and having a house like hers and a lover like Mickey. I always wanted to have a small house of my own and rooms, I always wanted to shrink and to be smallest like Chip-Dale; I wanted to be Mermaid and swim. Ah! Those were the imaginations…

But, imaginations remain imaginations always and forever. They give you a sense of relief when you fantasize them. I have always enjoyed in imagination. Our teacher used to say that human heart has more speed than light and sound, it can travel anywhere at anytime. It is so true. My heart always travels around, everywhere and anywhere. My childhood dreams / imagination revive again. I really want wings; I wish I could travel around. I want to touch the rainbow and feel a colorful feeling. I want to be a bird, to have no restriction of flying ( at least I will not need a visa). Humans betray always, I want cartoons as friends. How ideal they are, how moral their ideologies were? Mermaid always fascinated me, how it feels like to be beautiful like a Mermaid?

Reality is so different, so different that imaginations are most of the times shattered. No one feels the pain but just you when imaginations are shattered. I light it and inhale it deep to my lungs and throw it out, do I feel shame about it? No, I don’t feel shame at all. But something burns with it; the broken dreams, fake imaginations and the sadness created because of them, all of them I have to burn. They have to burn, imaginations have no space in reality at all.