Saturday, May 24, 2014

Dream

Blue is the color of the sky.
Or, our prejudice for monotony?
Dare to dream-
crimson and fertile mud; day and night.

She is dancing in the rain.
Or, crying at her last Spring festival?
Dare to dream-
her moist eyes hardly hide the impending winter.

Faraway are snow capped mountain tops.
Or, our empty perception and conformity?
Dare to dream-
crystallized labor and tears of the heaven.

Gandhi was the beacon of non-violence.
Or, our hundred years of decadence?
Dare to dream-
wave of millions can sweep away tyranny.

She is painting a castle at the morning burst.
Or, challenges ordinary images of our memory?
Dare to dream-
her euphoria, pain and love on canvas.
Imagine-

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