dreams

Hey….Hi!

First we meet. And I get used to you.

Then we part. And I get used to my world without you.

Cycle of life, isn’t it?

I wander around, sometimes wondering if I’ll stumble upon you. Would you have changed cities, what if I see you with somebody?

Or even worse, what if I give in to my whims and see you. What fresh wreck would it entail.

Then there are a plethora of mediums to remain vaguely updated on your whereabouts.

And some unexpected reminders of you even when I am not trying to probe this thought in particular.

Days go by.

Seasons go by.

And one worries about their memory fading. Trying very hard to hold on to the moments. Nothing magical about them, just very ordinary, precious moments.

Why go through all the trouble, I think.

Dreams are where I meet you now.

PS – Reminds me of a song, ये मन अटक गया है (ye mann atak gaya hai) – this heart is stuck. Spotify link

Dreamer

If it’s alive inside of you, it isn’t dead.

If it makes you restless, you are still at it.

If you are taking baby steps forward, well, you are still progressing.

If it doesn’t make you sleep at night, the fire is still burning.

If the idea of it gives you respite, a dry spell wouldn’t stop you.

If it resurfaces time and again, universe is directing you towards it.

If it excites you, that’s where your happiness resides.

Our dreams you see, they form our entity.

You cannot separate one from another.

You would not relinquish it even if you tried.

So, to the believers I would say…

Dream a little more.