Saturday, June 6, 2009

I dream...

I like to dream. I want to fly.

"There was a night, I woke and saw myself before a lovely paradise. Filled with the most majestic splendour, sparkling with life and green pastures everywhere, it looked like a sight taken out of a fairy tale book. The sun was shining with a golden glow and the bright birds were flying high up in the sky. The air was cool and I felt like being in the midst of the purest angels."


I like the word impossible. Even more, I love to try the impossible.

"Then I turned back. To see the path I had walked. I could see that it was filled with the memories of many wars and battles. It was indeed a path, nobody would have chosen. Yet it seemed so close to my heart. I smiled."


Why do I like to think the impossible? Why do I dream the impossible? Why do I like to try the impossible?

"And there it was before me, the dream. Along with those who were with me, we entered it. We made it ours. I could see the smile in the faces which were used to frowning. And before I knew, they were enabled."


Because I believe.

And I choose to dream.

2 comments:

Mani Dhayaal said...

Let ur dream come true ! !

Aruna said...

If you had written the italicised lines, woah! very very deep and wonderful, loved them.

It very beautifully talks abt the fire that's burning within you. Keep that alive and you'll go places!

All the best!

 

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