Dreams…

Aaah! the world of dreams… What a world… no body wants to come out it if inside, and no body allowed to enter once he wakes up no matter how hard he tries to stop the lights entering into the door of his eyes ….

So it is in this world where the first time i found my self talking to you, in a room ful of smoky noises and dancing shadows. I didnot remember who you were,where was I and how I happened to be talking to you…it was as if I was talking to you for ages, as if I was just born in that fixed setting for eternity… you were telling me about the yellow butterflies in garcia marquez’s world and my eyes were lost dreaming those yellow butterflies in your eyes, and then you fell silent….your smile started getting gloomier second by second and then like a fast dying smell of a perfume you vanished….

We met several times after that,in dreams offcourse, like strangers, like buddies, like emotions talking to desires, like hope talking to loneliness, like a little girl talking to his father, like an age old musician talking to her instrument, like dancers whirling on the holy tunes….. each time the same face, the same gloomy smile and the dream ending abruptly ,with you vanishing like the top notes of a perfume, or smoke spreading in the vast skies….. these dreams ussually lasting few seconds but capturing most of my awaken time to the extent that i started living my real life dreaming of these dreams,awaiting just to be in it again…

And then you disapeared.. for a long time…. i tried my self to dream you, but couldn’t, i tried all crazy things…sleeping with the lights open, putting alarms at unusual times,lying in bed for hours and hours until the body hurts.. but those dreams of you did not come….i was not able to dream you…. it was always street lights standing on empty streets, garbage papers flying on large parking lots, dense forests mornings with even denser silence….paper-faces talking rubish, but your face was not there… the face i was so used to off, the face i could recognize in millions….

And in this depression when I was about to loose hope in my world of dreams, when the other day, I saw you with open eyez sitting on a bus on the opposite side of the road, looking at me with the same gloomy smile and disapearing yet again with the yellow butterflies flying all around you….
I am still wondering if that was a dream or if i started dreaming with open eyes, or was it just a a personified hope playing pranks on me……