Tuesday, March 29, 2011

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde

Reality seems harsh to me,I seek refuge in dreams,
Where I can change things at my whims.
Where fancies take strange shapes,
I can taste sweet escape.
Where colours blend into music and I hear melody.
No touch of reality can mar this ecstasy.
Yet dreams are transient beings,they disappear at the break of day.
No matter how much I wish,it fades away.
Woken up to another day,going through the same dull routine.
Memories of the last vivid dream,somehow wiped clean.

2 comments:

  1. you know lately someone wishes me sweet dreams every night before I go to bed and his wishes were coming true but I realized The ecstasy of dreams actually makes reality harsh ... It swells up the pain of absence more ... you get up to a miserable morning with a void you know that no one can fill ...
    yet we dream and we smile when it's sweet ...

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  2. That's the whole point......of dreaming..and of waking up.......

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