DREAMS...
The simple dreams of yore, where have they gone? We seem to live in a world cynically, clinically, caustically self-aware, taking each step with so much caution that our dreams become a shade of pale grey, without the colours that make it vivid. What happened to the smile of the first love that brings about a glow that would last a lifetime? what happened to the simple things that brought us so much joy? We measure each step, worrying and hoping it is part of this grand scheme that we plot to enslave happiness into our hapless lives. What happened to the sheer joy of dancing away to a song that takes our fancy? We are all trying to blend with the world around us, instead of painting it and creating our own technicolour dreamland. At one point, a cup of warm tea in the midst of a midsummer rain and a book would define happiness- now its a world surrounded by wires, enslaved to technology- the drug of the 21st century!
Dreams, the more we dream, the more we can hope, the more we hope the happier we get- are we all awake or still awake? our lives have been dictated by society and we live furiously hoping to keep pace with its demands. We all put on our masks, and smile when we do not see the truth in front of us, staring at our faces.
What ever happened to believing in that little bit of magic that would enthrall us? why should we ever grow up- take me away to that nevereverland from where i shall not come back- the chaos around us is beautiful, we should never attempt to understand or make sense of it- why should there always be a way forwards? Sometimes to make true steps forwards we should retrace our steps and head another way-
Do you want to know why we all seem unhappy? a good friend once told me- is because we dont have any dreams to hold on to and live for......
as Edgar Allen Poe once wrote....
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
