I saw a dream again.
I got a big house
Looking through the ocean and the endless sky,
There is sunshine all over.
There is a car which comes to my place,
And I see numerous faces coming out,
To my world, to live with me
In my place which will become a home now.
There are so many people in the car,
Ones whom I met years ago,
And spent cheerful days,
Which were remembered forever.
There are people who graduated with me,
Bearing those years of struggle,
With laughter and giggles,
Scribing the moments of a lifetime.
There are faces which I loved once,
But they are lost as I walked away,
Walked away further in life,
And snubbed the moments we had together.
But now, they are together with me,
In my big home, which has sunshine,
Coming right from all the big glass windows,
Enlightening each doorway and each corner.
We all are now heading towards a garden,
It is not mine but of someone who is familiar,
Sitting there, we are making art,
An art which we have forgotten long before.
Gathering philosophies from the butterflies,
Roaming around in the air filled with the mystic smell,
A smell of forgotten freshness,
We are creating something new, something of our own.
Our ideas are not stale this time,
They are not compressed,
Everything is free,
Our minds, our souls, our bodies.
There is a water stream,
Flowing in the corner,
We are drinking and making art together,
Ecstasy seems to be alive now.
We are making art together on a sunny day,
With sunshine enlightening our heads and the canvas,
And our free-will enlightening our inner self.
Everything is too bright and too good to be true.
The art we ended up is flawless,
But it’s all too good to be true.
And then I wake up in reality in solitude.