nupurchoudhary
January 11th, 2005, 09:43 AM
What was that?
I focused hard to think of it,
Imagined it- it wasn’t even blurred
To help me know how it seemed.
Pictured it-much like a misty cool breezed morning.
So placid, placid enough to relieve me of my turbulences.
It was short lived,
Like a bubble on a water top.
I got out of bed and it was no more-
It was just a “DREAM”!!
How do we define a dream? What is the quality of fabric or stuff of which it is made? A soft, ethereal fabric woven by so many days of hopes and aspirations and dreaded ultimatums. It’s the ever changing shape of woolly clouds floating across the vision, the warm glow of smouldering embers in the fireplace, the splash of colours upon the horizon at sunset.
In the engineer’s language, as I am one, dreams are the source of energies wherever they may be channelized.They are the motors of the machine of imaginative process, the propelling fuel behind any well-driven project, the basis of concrete action.
Yet, a dream is also the dark well of undiscovered secrets of the soul, the representative of suppressed desires and unadmitted fears that are pooh-poohed away by the conscious effort of the will.
The pain of watching a lovingly built sand castle wrecked by a careless foot or helplessly witnessing the crumbling of a dream is the worst of all.
As time goes by, and things move on, we all shall have new ambitions, more distant horizons, higher ladders and fresher dreams. Let us hope and pray that none of us suffer the agony of letting go our beautiful dreams and wish each other luck in our endeavours to hold onto it forever.
I focused hard to think of it,
Imagined it- it wasn’t even blurred
To help me know how it seemed.
Pictured it-much like a misty cool breezed morning.
So placid, placid enough to relieve me of my turbulences.
It was short lived,
Like a bubble on a water top.
I got out of bed and it was no more-
It was just a “DREAM”!!
How do we define a dream? What is the quality of fabric or stuff of which it is made? A soft, ethereal fabric woven by so many days of hopes and aspirations and dreaded ultimatums. It’s the ever changing shape of woolly clouds floating across the vision, the warm glow of smouldering embers in the fireplace, the splash of colours upon the horizon at sunset.
In the engineer’s language, as I am one, dreams are the source of energies wherever they may be channelized.They are the motors of the machine of imaginative process, the propelling fuel behind any well-driven project, the basis of concrete action.
Yet, a dream is also the dark well of undiscovered secrets of the soul, the representative of suppressed desires and unadmitted fears that are pooh-poohed away by the conscious effort of the will.
The pain of watching a lovingly built sand castle wrecked by a careless foot or helplessly witnessing the crumbling of a dream is the worst of all.
As time goes by, and things move on, we all shall have new ambitions, more distant horizons, higher ladders and fresher dreams. Let us hope and pray that none of us suffer the agony of letting go our beautiful dreams and wish each other luck in our endeavours to hold onto it forever.