I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 5th in the list is a letter to ‘Your Dreams’. Like I said in my intro post, I am returning to fiction for this one.
Dear Dreams,
You and I were a team from as far back as I can remember. We met each other every day, as much as we could, not in the darkness of the night, but in the bright light of day.
Together we sat, and while I gazed into the unknown, you lovingly recreated the known for me.
True, it never got me to complete homework on time, left me standing with the comb halfway through my tangle-ridden hair, let the food go cold on my plate, and much more.
It also got me smacks, exasperated looks and unflattering nicknames.
Did I mind? Perhaps. But then, I could always return to you later when you would once again show me more of the beautiful and the enchanting. Nothing was real. Yet, what did I care so long as it made me happy?
There was something that I minded though. Someone or other would come along at regular intervals, and with no provocation at all, chop off huge chunks of you.
It was you they maimed, but it was me that felt the pain.
What good were the pieces of you to anyone? They would not get them any riches, talents or fame, always the things in demand, but was only about existence and sustenance, mine. Your bits were useless for anyone other than me. Still they chopped and carted away pieces of you, reddening the earth, the sky and my eyes.
Nothing could put you down for long. Sooner or later, you rose from where you had fallen and were back with me. I nursed you till you healed and once again we were weaving colorful weaves together, with whatever was left of you.
After each incident, there was less and less of you, till there was only a skeleton of you left, the final bit, ethereal, that I clung to. It was fine, though. That was the only bit I needed.
Then one day, along came a Dream Catcher who caught you in a net and took that last bit of you away from me.
With that final bit of you gone, and nothing at all left, I have forgotten what it was like being with you creating, recreating, decorating, embellishing the known that was never to be, and the unknown that was to be, sometime, somewhere.
You are no longer around to paint it all for me in vibrant colors, a world that awaits me on the other side.
So now I wait patiently, for the veil to lift, and take that lonely walk.
Yours
The Dreamless Dreamer.
Some posts on dreams of the other kind (those you see while sleeping):
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This letter reminds me of my poetry, “Journey”!
I could describe your journey with the dreams, like that of a wave, that rose to a high and splashed on the rock, just to give birth those enchanting droplets! Just as the falling of the wave wasn’t an end to its stride, there perhaps can never be an end to your beautiful and enchanting dreams!
Wish you all the good hope! 🙂
Cheers!
Thank you, Nirvana. Going to go check your poem 🙂
My poem isn’t there on my blog. I shall email it to you 🙂
This is one of the best things I have read in a long long time. It brought a lump to my throat. What amazes me is that on one day you will give us a total Wodehouse-ish post and then turn around the next day and give us something as profound as this. Brilliant Shail, truly Brilliant !
That’s one of the best compliments ever, that I can write both ways. Thank you so much, Ruch. 🙂 If i remember, Ritu too made some similar comment some time back 🙂
Your comment just made my day 🙂
Very poignant moving post today 🙂 Truly loved the post 🙂
Thank you, Jairam 🙂
No, dear Shail, they haven’t disappeared
In blog form they’ve happily reappeared
Moreover, since you readily share
We too, vicariously care
Whether they’re celebrated, abandoned or adhered!
Did you miss the note on top. Gulshan? But I love your limerick anyway 🙂
Oh! Oh, yes, i did
However, i do bid
Fiction or not
Dreams need to be begot
And not allowed to be slid!
This one made me all senti. It immediately brought this picture to mind: http://i.imgur.com/Uehf6ea.jpg
I loved that 😀
Brilliant post! So profound. I second Ruch here. You can weave magic both ways. Hope they find you in their full form again
It happens with me sometimes that I go on for days without dreams and then sometimes I have such vivid dreams that they stay with me for days together.
Brilliant Post Shail. I second Ruch. You can weave magic both ways. Hope the dreams find you in their full form !
It happens with me too sometimes. I go on for days without dreams and then sometimes I get such vivid ones that I can’t shake off.
Aah the dreams with open eyes. I wish all the day dreams, the aspirations, the small flickers of hope remain kindled always for everyone. I hope the wait gets over soon. The..some day I may, becomes some day I will and then finally, yes I have! I don’t know if I am making any sense here or if I got what you were trying to convey. I hope I did 🙂
That was truly moving and I could totally relate to it — a born dreamer that I am! Very well woven, Shail!
There is a smile and there is a touch of the poignant. But then that is the way with dreams 🙂
A fellow dreamer 🙂
sometimes I feel that I can really achieve what I dream on and some times they seem to be shattered or broken to pieces by others just like, what U Feel about them. Hoping all ur dreams do come true !
Great write up as always 🙂