To Each One's Dream...

Dreams, sometimes, can be contagious things,

each dream has a nightmare, which alongwith, it brings,

like for freedom, they fought and very well the knew,

that they were going to suffer before their dreams came true,

some sacrificed, some didn't survive,

but still, even today, within us, they are alive...

The captives who dream of a fearless space,

the captives, scared of the nameless face,

still hope that one day, they would be free,

one day, they too would be like you and me...

Then there are small kids, running in the streets, naked,

they have seen at the cremation grounds, living people mourning the dead,

their dream might be just to not be the same,

their dream might be as simple as being known by their names,

and not by the numbers, the color, the race,

their dream might be to find for their dreams, a place...

The little girl who is not allowed to go to school,

or the one who has to follow each and every rule,

the one, privileged, going to college..but on its way, who is teased,

and the one who is married and her body, all creased,

just like a badly done origami,

neither a swan nor a dog,

she is creased and turned all over,

that too... without her wish,

because she is labeled,

because she is entitled to be "his",

also the girl who is scared to choose the one she she really wants,

because she has grown up watching interfering uncles and aunts...

To all the crazy ideas,

and seemingly impossiblities,

there are hopeful dreams,

and thoughtful dreams,

and dreams far away from the real,

there are broken dreams,

there are stolen dreams,

and dream that we all steal.

No end to this,

for what one can wish for,

doesn't have to have boundaries,

one can wish for,

so less as a bread,

or so much as an opportunity to seize...

As for me, I'm a crazy girl,

who doesn't know what she wants,

a girl who has a dream a day,

like a gardner have his plants,

but in each one of them,

I believe as much,

as my mother believes in me,

I dream of a happy world,

a happy life,

and a happy "we"...

These people's dreams, I told you not,

to gather sympathy,

or to feel the pain, to ospoil your mood,

to show their agony,

I wrote this down in the first go,

when I thought "What would I die for?",

and then I thought of all of us,

and like us, of so many more,

I'll smile at you and give my life if only you told me,

that even one of our dreams is going to be the reality..