Dreams

Everyone has dreams.
Dreams of tomorrow, of a future, of its shape,form and texture.

Such beautiful things, these dreams.
They allow us to hope, to work,to strive,to believe in a better tomorrow,no matter the state of today.To believe that we can be more,do more,have more than what we do now.

Yet,they are such fragile things,dreams.
We hold them safe in the apples of our eyes.Yet, a small twist of fate and they lie broken at our feet.Each tiny sliver causing such pain,such hurt...

Fate,dreams; what contradiction,what irony.
That one can dream, and one can work,and yet,the power to fulfill our dreams isn't in our hands.Our precious dreams have to be left in the hands of fate.... and we know not, if those hands would be hard or gentle.
We could put in everyting thats in us,and it could be of no avail,and the same dream could be handed over to someone else on a platter!
That,when it comes to the bass tacks, all that matters to give meaning to the 99% perspiration is that 1 percent.

Sharukh says: 'Agar tum sacche man se kuch chahte ho, to saari kayanath tume usse milane me jut jaati hai'. Why then does it feel like the converse is true... the moment one really wants something, fate conspires to steal it away.

But,maybe,just maybe..dreams arent about fulfillment..
They are about catching fallen stars and chasing rainbows.
About taking that journey of a thousand steps.
Nobody does talk about where and how the journey ended do they??

Maybe dreams are about believing....hoping and dreaming.

Here's to dreams.
May they always shine in your eyes and shimmer in your hearts and minds.!!!!!