Of Colorful Dreams

Kurta: Shopper’s Stop

Palazzo: Shopper’s Stop

Dupatta: Street shopping, India

Necklace: Romwe

Chappals: Street Shopping, India

There are dreams and there are unfulfilled dreams. The ones you’ll regret not chasing on the last day of your life. The ones that make you happy from within. Make you feel like you’re free, free from being someone else, free from being chained, forcefully. I’am fearful of that day, the day I will look back and see the aspirations I left behind, the pictures in my mind that I once put together, now falling apart. I’am fearful of not pursuing my true calling, or even worse failing to recognize it. Life is short and in this busy, no time to stop, mundane, grab a coffee and move on life, I want to press the pause button. I want to take a walk in the lush green beauty of nature, I want to breathe the fresh air, pick out the fresh colorful blooms, soak up the goodness and look for signs that lead me on. I gaze at the rain drops poised on the leaves and the ones that slip down freely.I often stare into nothingness, into the space I belong, where my desires fearlessly stay afloat.May be someday I will find the answers, or may be not. Until then I’ll just keep looking, keep walking down the path, I won’t stop for sure. Atleast then I’ll have a journey worth telling, if not the end.

I dream, I dream In the day more than the nights,

I dream, with open eyes,

my mind fluttering with a hundred thoughts,

some happy,some real,some scandalous,some traveling so far across the world.

I know not how to control you – mind,

my thoughts flowing freely like water, slipping through my fingers,

my mind becoming an ocean.

The waves often hitting the shore,built on my limitations,

the boundaries, built on my fears,

The waves struggling to get past it, trying to break the walls.

I dream in the day, for I can see clearly, when the tide becomes high,

when the waves become stronger,

when the suppression turns me restless.

My mind in the quest to break free, struggling to crossover,

to break the stereotypes, to get away from the right and wrong,

finally, the walls come tumbling down, the water has now found its place,

but it doesn’t stop, it better not stop,

it flows, it flows away, finding its own path,

looking for more limitations to set free, more boundaries to break,

my chaotic mind has now found its calm,

until I build new walls again,

soon.

Photography: The Mister