Final dream of a dreamer

I don’t know why I was dragged away from brightness

Until a ray of hope dawned to me after being in darkness;

Safely kept the precious bits from the wreck

I’m tired and really need a break;

Till the river runs dry,I’ll sail my vessel

Facing each day as a constant battle;

Tranforming all my dreams & hopes is impossible

But I’d try to reach my destination and that’s possible…

--------(Composed by me a month back)

All my life, I was a dreamer (but people still thought I was pragmatic).But when I woke from a dream and looked around, I saw that the world had changed a lot since I last knew it. People had learnt how to hate, how to hurt, how to kill. I shrank from this sight with a palpitating heart…feeling like a newborn…confused on entering completely new surroundings, after the safety of mother’s womb (reality is always bitter than a dream).I saw, I heard, I felt. But I couldn’t comprehend what I saw, heard or felt. It was all so new, so unknown. I was missing the serenity and was perplexed, totally unprepared to face the pains & pangs of life. I retreated into myself, searching for the peaceful, loving world I’d always known, within the recesses of my own mind.

I got so caught up in this quest, that I hardly realized that the world was passing by me, time was flying, without so much as a second backward glance at me, standing as I was, motionless, waiting for things to make sense. The old, familiar faces had given way to cold, unfeeling strangers. Simplicity had given way to a complicated web of forced words, forced gestures, forced emotions. Then a face emerged – angelic in its very familiarity, warm in the very memories it invoked. My heart was gladdened to see something from the darkness, to have an assurance that the world I knew had not been a mere dream.

But before I could touch that well-loved face, it lost all its warmth and familiarity, and became the face of one of those cold, masked strangers, which was all I had seen around me. That’s when I fell into a perpetual darkness, knowing that all that had been mine, was gone, and all that was new and intimidating, would have to be accepted as my own. Soon…the dreamer had dreamt her final dream and now there would be no more retreats, no more dreams. Now, I had to forget and move on, catch the fleeting time and ride it into the last sunset…

(P.S. I was actually about to write a post on CWG or Kashmir Issue or Ayodhya verdict, but some random thoughts creeped into my mind while sitting alone at this time of a full moon night)