Dreams that keep me awake through the day

I remember this birthday card that I received from the only two people who missed me, from the moment I closed my eyes to sleep for the very first time.

There were those blue fringed lines at the border slightly fading off to the edges, where the card was cut in curves, so as not to have sharp corners. In the center, in glossy print was a small kid wearing a cap and swinging a golf stick at nothing. On the card was this line “You made us stretch, be it your untidy room, the blaring music, or the unique dreams you believe in …….. But then, we know that we have got a unique son too.. Someone who’s willing to walk the extra mile in search of his destiny, and who’ll make all the plans and take the responsibility too”

There was a reason why that card did not have sharp corners, for it could cut through more than just skin. For a kid in his early teens it might not have meant a lot.

Dreams are not for everyone etched in wood and carved in stone every step they take through life that it will shine through, regardless of what they do. Dreams are more often those stray rays of hope we clinge on to, that ensure we do not lose our sanity in our rush to meet our every day chores. Even in the midst of doom we might pause over a cup of coffee, and when that breeze brings along a memory long forgotten, you smile, you forget the conversation, the context of the session, you surroundings.

And then you are back.

True dreams that I have been privy to glance through, always throw one trait in common. They are fragile against reason and rarely capable to sustain on its own. But there are those ‘ifs’ upon which they will metamorphise to raise up against these traits and grow in to shape destinies of a million others over the one who dared to dream. But to any who lends their ear to our dreams, those ‘ifs’ are always the unsurmountable peaks; with pity in their eyes and warmth in their words they console us.

Against the night sky I stand shouting my throat hoarse, “My dreams ain’t dead. And if any day should you fear the worst, that lifes insanity has taken its toll; you could still hear the whisper of regret in my every breath.”