I've dreamt of my Prince Charming since I was 12. The masks he wears in my dreams have changed..I have changed and so has my world...but My Dreams remain the same.
I still dream of white picket fences, rooms filled with laughter and sunshine, strong arms that feel like heaven and a home turned paradise because he and I are together.
However, from my past experiences I have learnt something....dreams some with a high price and the risk is huge too. Why? Because the returns are high as well!! Ive also learmt that the most courageous people are those who believe in their dreams, those who believe that there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow.
People laugh at me and sometimes call me childish because I dream...Because I believe he exists!! But I ignore them, coz they don't know him the way I do. Have you heard the Savage Garden lines...I knew I loved you, before I met you...I think I dreamed you into life..I think I must have dreamed him into life. I feel as if I've known him through eternity and it's just about meeting him again this lifetime.
His perceptive eyes, broad shoulders, his colgate smile, his thick eyebrows, intelligent forehead...I feel I've already seen him somewhere, may be some far away time ago. Everytime I read a great book, I imagine discussing it with him. Everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I see him looking at me. Everyday after my bath, when I chose my clothes, brush my hair, apply my body lotion, kajal and then my lip gloss...I imagine what it would be like to have him watch over this ritual. I wish it was him, everytime a guy glances at me appreciatively. Everytime I walk a road, I remember so that one day I could bring him along. Everytime I watch a wonderful movie, I wish he was there to share it with me. Everytime I am sad it is his embrace that I seek. Everytime I succeed It's his proud smile that I look for. He is at every book shop, every petrol pump, every mall, every multiplex, every music store. He is besides me when I light the first lamp for Diwali and when I sit for the SatyaNarayan Pooja. It is his approval I seek when I learn a new recipe or write a new poem....
You think I am crazy, don't you? Is it crazy to crave something as desperately as your next breath? May be....
I don't know...I tried being realistic as the world advises me everytime I lose hope...or may be everytime the world advised me I lost hope...I dont know which way around it is anymore..but it gave nothing but an emptiness worse than loneliness can ever be, from the depths of which I probably would have never been rescued...Why was pushed there?
Is it wrong to believe that love begins when two minds explode in a blinding light of mutual awareness and sustains with two physical entities emerging into one? Why do people not understand that if you take the breath out of life there is nothing left behind...if you take the faith out of dreams only hollow shells remain...
As the ABBA say...
I have a dream, A song to sing...to cope me up with anything.
If you c the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail...
I believe in angels, something good in everything I see.
I believe in angels...
When the time is right for me, I'll cross the stream...
I have a dream..
And my destinations makes it worthwhile,
Pushing through the darkness, still another mile...
I believe in angels..
1 comment:
hey ..... u know what, one of my friend happened to read my blog "So close yet so far". Then she checked your comment and read this blog of urs. she told me, that this is kinda an answer to my blog ...... well .... even i fell so. good blog, acccha hai, even i feel like that sometimes, par "ab adat si ho gayee hai .... muzhko jeene kiiiiiiiii .... juda ho ke bhi :)"
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