WHENEVER YOU COME BACK

Our Mondays would be at Blueberry’s candy
You would have your joyride every Tuesday
Wednesdays I would bring you all the colors of the rainbow
And Thursdays we would go the Camping way.

The zoo would wait for us each Friday
And Saturdays you would have your favorite cookies
Sundays we would trek into the woods
And I shall allow you to jump in that dirty puddle everyday.

We would go back to back for the movies you loved
I would get you your much promised butterfly
You would hear about fairies, pixies and elves every night
And yes, no more of that boring lullaby.

This much and much more
You could bring home your favorite ugly toad
I wouldn’t shout about your clothes no matter how dirty they got
Yes, we sail this summer to Neverland in a crescent moon shaped boat.

But as I keep all my promises
You shall have to live by yours
Whenever you come back, oh yes I shall be waiting
You will never leave my hand on that road again…AND GET LOST IN THAT GLOOM TO THE DARK!!!

THE DREAM SECRET

Once upon a time in a land faraway, all dreams lived together. They slept through the day and finally awoke each night to light up another world. The world of fantasies and wishes.
Each night they woke, sang, laughed…some even cried. But just for that one night. Because each night the dreams died and new dreams took their place.
They all knew this truth of their lives. But they were fine with it and went on living their one night lives, dying at the very first ray of sunlight, some even before. But they went on living joyously.
Out of all those dreams there was one such dream however, who was rather unhappy about this truth. He was gifted a little more knowledge than the others. He had more power than the rest. Perhaps a little more light too. But then he thought- Why a life of just one night? Why can’t I live a little more? Enjoy my identity for some more time?
Finally that night when all the others left for the world of fantasies, this dream hid away. It continued sleeping. Night after nights. Day after day. It just slept.
Years have passed since then. And that dream is old now. It has lost all its light. Its glow has faded away. But it still sleeps thinking about how lucky it has been to not enter the world of fantasies and die away.
Just that it doesn’t know one little secret. That each dream that entered the world of fantasies died to come back to life once again. And this time not as dreams for a night.

But Realities beyond a lifetime.