Looking through the window pane, the sunshine still so warm. Even the setting sun could overwhelm the eyes,and there I was dreaming....
Was it the winters of my home that I yearn for...
Was it the warmth of love that made the longing even more irresistible...
But then there is a reality, the one we face everyday,every passing moment. It makes the dreams look vague,overriding every nuance of virtual freedom that dreams provide to us.
Coming to think of it..most part of life is superficial...so unreal but still we survive..and each one of us..
The reality is in things like..a mother's love...can never be fake...its one thing am not afraid to dream...
Something just compels me to write..this is real...though certain thoughts that may come out,on the contrary,may be unreal..
Dreams can be so complete in them sometimes, one wishes the world remain forever..
The winters in my dreams..still give me shivers..that no sunlight can undo...
The November winds still shower their sweet smell...it's so good to be home...
This dream turned reality...for once...I crave for reality...though the dream can last lifetime..the reality would fade...
These winters are a food for my thoughts..they love being locked..love being exclusive..for once i let 'em out...let 'em taste the sun...let 'em feel the winter winds...
For eventually the reality would lay them to sleep...and it'll be like an eternity when they again get to feel the same virtual freedom...Ah life..n its quizzical forms...so incomprehensible...so admirable...
And I lay here...looking outside...to the winters i crave for...and to the sun that I live in..
