Dreams- A Living Transformation

Dreams  A Living Transformation prose poem

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When the night was full of terrors,
As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils,
Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses,
The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more-
“Dreams” , they called it; the ones which either frightened you or helped you cuddle a little more with wonderful unrealistic experiences.
Later these so called dreams turned out to be mere sleep breakers or just a bit of entertainment while asleep.
As we grew older, the reality of dreams seen open eyed and those that rooted within us, hit hard!
The days of ‘day dreaming’ and when asked ” I have a dream”, followed there on.
Strangled somewhere in the monotony of life,
We turned deaf to the cries of our dreams within, amidst the everyday humdrum.
Slowly rubbing off the confident statements of the past,
We hushed down the writers , singers, dancers, speakers, artists, actors, models and many more to sleep!
Gaping at the ‘confused’ platform the society sets up for us: we are drowning in the confusion of tomorrow.
Wake up to the dreams built in as a child and now to an adult!
The shackles holding you back are that of obliviousness and uncalled thoughts.

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