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, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
A few years ago I became a tree. I suckled mother Earth my roots growing firm and strong spreading nourishing I grew into branches, my hands became leaves dancing in freedom blooming reaching up to the sky. The cloud peeped into my brown eyes And fell in love.
Since yesterday the soil is loosening around my roots. The vine that clasped my waist has fungus. It’s spreading on to me. The silence of the soil is bone chilling. They said, trees have lives, but No one could hear me when I shouted! Those conifers or the moss on the wall No one heard!
Maybe, if I close my eyes and count till ten It will all prove to be a bad dream.