Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, sometimes with dark cloud and gloomy rain. I am that memory which will remain with you as a serene glow of moonlight. I am that thought which will nurture your soul like a whisper of mountain breeze. I am that dream which will haunt your being like a ferocious gushing brook.
I go to the river everyday to steal a little bit from her; so that I can take a pinch of peace.
Daily I come to her trying to measure her feeling her through my fingers. Every day I pilfer a little river with a swiftness to be coveted, to steal a little peace and a palmful of serenity.
And yet I fail. For she changes too! From a straight line to a curved one, now still and the next moment swirling, greyish blue under the bright Sun and then at dusk a moss green, now crystal clear and the next hour pretentious, draped in those silhouettes just like me; as I am happy now and miserable the next hour; cheerful on Monday but the whole Tuesday I am pensive. In the morning we all sit together and I laugh and then I cry the whole night.
She is no different
but like me.
So I come home, late night, tired and disillusioned. ***
and I realise I am the river ... and peace is not to be sought outside but within myself ...