Dreams never come for wholesale!

A pale of gloomy staleness…then a chilly wind…
And then the white flakes of snow…

I checked the messenger list once again…No ..no one there to share the excitement.
I glanced through the phone book. Gone were the days, when I could simply dial a number and shout out “Hey, its snowing”.
All I could do was to blankly look out into the white fields and wonder , how true was my friend, who tried to convince me always “dreams come true…though in packets of different shape than what was asked for.”

Dreams have always been unlimited. Many of them, not hoped to or wished to come true.
To see snow, was just one of them.
And I still say, monsoons back home is much more enchanting than a snowfall!

Well, so are dreams being sent from above in small packets? Who knows!
But then I have also dreamed of bringing the first Wimbledon title home, being the single Prime Minister of a united nation of India and Pakistan, winning a cricket match when my side needs 36 of the last over (yes, it was before the T20 times! :)) , solving the most difficult issue in the spacecraft by the stroke of a single key (Ah! Those days I thought as we see in movies, a series of hard thinking and background music and finally a doubtful stroke of some red key on the keyboard panel is the solution to all computeric problems! ) and so on…

A beutiful dream....just got over.

A beautiful dream just got over.
How I wish, my guardian angels stood over
Not just when I walked, but in my dreams too.


If ever I knew, they were not with me when I woke up
I would have said a prayer, before I went to sleep
Let there be no dreams today, peacefully let me sleep.

If ever I knew, they were not with me when I woke up
I would stay awake all night, not an eyelid closed
For I dread the broken dreams more than the sleepless nights.

O dear friends, wish me not good night.
Mamma my dear, kiss me not good night.
For if dreams are to be broken, let me never fall asleep.