Frog being kissed into a prince is a story often heard, but pushing thirty if one see's such a thematic dream, a vibrant and unobfuscated one at that, an evidence of the subjects latent utopian subconcious ,it starts to push credulity to the wrong side of tolerance.
This morning I was subjected to one such, I guess like a bollywood vaudeville, a full two hour technicolor mix of emotions and villains. The clarity of thoughts, the actuality of characters and their lives and the beauty of some, made it feel life like. Infact, I suspect, just before the waking up kicked in the reality, I must have had an angelic smile pasted on my lips.
the vision of walking with the angel of lore,
the world sparkling seen through those eyes,
as if a magic wand of joy in that smile;
Life's path rekindled with light,
and that promise to traverse it to the end, by my side;
Dejavu, as if I had ever actually walked with angel's in some distant past.All those disparate old hopes suddenly gelled into a living canvas of an immaculate hitherto unrequited bliss.
Bewildered by this sudden evidence of infallibility of the dreams seen with open eyes, this sudden insight into the depths of my own subconcious, this challenge to the norms & sagacity of this world. This pertinacious will of dreams to survive, even though crushed & buried deep under the ever altering realities of life.
An impossible fabrication of peace and contentment painted with colors springing from the ingenuity of this mind, a testimony to the the exuberance of human heart, the eternal sanguineness of our soul.
Guess just another reminder of the faraway never ending horizons of hope?
A reminder to hang on, maybe life's got sunny surprises past the cold cloudy roads?
Ah the poignant reality? it was just a dream neverthless.
