Dreams

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What if we were somebody’s dream. What if we were those starry filled night sky or tender breeze or a mellow cool mist.
What if we were a water channel, not the one that is forced to follow a peculiar path but the one that flows like a river, like a mystical river that has no bounds or land no sea or deltas to reach, just flowing with no destinations to meet or any story to tell, just flowing through narrow and wide ways, making own roads and claiming all the tributaries and breaking all the barriers like a poet’s dream.
What if we were just a tiny firefly whose aura is sensed only in the dark. Not the firefly that stays in the clan but the one that gets out of it and finds its own route. The one that knows no fear and waits for none, just wandering around in the night while spreading that little flicker wherever it goes. Sparkling that shine and comforting with warmth and calming the chaos like an artist’s fantasy.
What if we were the waves, not the one that destructs and roars, but the one that smiles playfully, the one that reflects serenity while the world is filled with misery.  The waves that shares the colour of the sky and culminates with foamy fringes. That just elegantly carries the sun’s charm and moon’s beam and doesn’t dwell on futures dread and just moves with brimful grace like a photographer’s muse
What if we are all just waiting for someone to awaken us from this dream.

Aren’t we all dreamers?
What if we are just each other’s dream.