Dreams

Will you come help me sort my dreams?

There are so many of them, big and small, colorful and grey... Far fetched and achievable.

There is this dream to have a fluffy white bed to sink into ('inviting' bed I call it) after a tiring day. (Pillows are must), an easy one, isn't it?

But there is this one to have a calm sleep, lying on the floor like a starfish. (This one is a little out of reach, right?)

Walking around the cobbled lanes in the city with white houses and blue roofs... (the lanes that lead to the ocean and the white sand). Place this one on top.

I dream of Parijataka flowers often (laugh all you want), keep this one just above the dream of sunshine from the window by my bed.

Some of them are age-old, unfulfilled. No, don't throw them away. (Don't call them clutter, please!) I have special place for them too.

Creating a masterpiece of a post is an unfulfilled one. You may keep it to the bottom, away from my eyes. I rather wish to have it unfulfilled.

And while we are at it, tell me your dreams too and I promise I won't laugh at you like you laughed at me.