City of Dreams
City of Dreams
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To my worst dream…to the life I wished for … to the story I started in the land of dreams…such a beautiful city.. Such beautiful streets…such beautiful people I have seen…when I came they used to tell me it is the city of dreams… it seems like it is really a city of dreams…as soon as you step a feet on

City of Dreams

To my worst dream…to the life I wished for … to the story I started in the land of dreams…such a beautiful city..

Such beautiful streets…such beautiful people I have seen…when I came they used to tell me it is the city of dreams… it seems like it is really a city of dreams…as soon as you step a feet on

its land… You feel everything and anything… you feel that there is something special about it...

something beautiful…something charming…you feel that you will come again or maybe you were here some time back without you knowing….

maybe it was a soul visit…but you feel something special in all its corners… here I met a dream too…here I knew the big dream…the challenge of the days…the beautiful story that push me to

think more and challenge more…challenge the world...challenge all my limitations…dream big..

and see dreams coming true although its difficulty or nearly its impossibility… but it was a big dream…I thought I had a big dreamer too… a person who filled my heart with more dreams…filled

my head with the idea and believe in the existence of us, dreams, challenge, love…. I saw it crystal clear…I believed it so much…fly with it every day…seeing it so true….

then…It seems that my dream’s power created him and created the story….

But it was not a dreamer to dreamer speech… it was a dreamer to receiver state… I coloured the dreams and coloured him in between..

i draw him in my world as beautiful as he can be…accepted him as whatever he can be… gave him as whatever he can take…the drawing was so beautiful and colourful…so inviting...

so appealing to my heart… at last I thought my believes of this dream is coming true…all these years of my life I believed in that dream...

the dream of this tough, challenging, colourful and beautiful life that comes true… I was at the peak of happiness… finally it is there…it has been proved...

it is real…I can touch it now…then…stones started falling…but I refused to accept that.. I carry it back and put it in place… with tears in my eyes...

but I couldn’t risk leaving the beautiful painting…it was painted with my blood, drawn with my soul,

decorated with pieces of my heart… I would pay my whole life to just keep the painting…but …day be day…realization is dominant now…the dream is starting to fade… the colours

are fading again…it seems like all the shine that was there washed out...

and only what was left is the materialistic world that I was running from… the realization…that it was just a dream… and dreamers are meant to die… or just draw their pictures and keep

on watching them and living with their dreams….and the dreamer I thought that I shared the dream with….was just walking by and saw some nice picture starting to be drawn...

so he stood by to just see it…he was curious about the colours…about the drawing…about the view…that is all….

nothing more…the dreamer as naïve as she can be …gave him a brush and smiled to him…come join my dream please…it is so beautiful, I believe in it.. it will be so beautiful drawing..

it will be something we will never forget…lets paint it together…lets struggle with mixing the colours together…it is hectic but it is worth it…it will be so beautiful…I promise

you won’t regret it…I trusted him with the colours ..gave him all my tools...all my keys...gave him all my drawing pieces…blood, pieces of the heart …and the soul…then after sometime….

as it was supposed to be…the curious guy was bored now…he had other plans…he had a train to catch….

he had people to please…he had decisions to obey…he had materialistic and physical needs to maintain…so he dropped the brushes and promised …I will come back…the dreamer was

so lost inside him…her blood and heart and soul were mixed with his drawing hand and his big eyes…the dreamer didn’t want to see what was beyond that… the dreamer had no option except to buy

the words of the curious guy… at the end of the day he was her only partner in the beautiful dream…the curious guy didn’t just go… he promised the dreamer of another beautiful dream on his

way back…he will buy more colours and more sweets and more decorations to the biggest drawing ever…as a childish naïve dreamer flying to the sky…the dreamer looked lovingly to

the curious guy and said I wait…I love…I believe…I am full of wishes and dreams…I am there for you…she waved a goodbye to him but deep inside was waiting for her curious guy to come

to finish the drawing ….the dreamer left the brush and sat on the road sides.. Looking at people passing by...imagining her curious guy is back…waiting...

heart is burning…giving him excuses for delay… maybe he couldn’t find the right colours… maybe he was still searching for some beautiful decorations…maybe he is getting a bigger canvas for

even a bigger drawing to be….

then realization…realization…facts…truth…a little thing came in front of the dreamer…made her know the curious guy was not coming back…she saw him having her colours in his hands

but drawing another picture on the wall…the people in this house needed to be pleased so the curious guy made a small basic calculation… and found that going back to the dreamer is no

more worth it… he has people there to please,… they will give him more benefits.. more real benefits...

more “now” benefits… the dreamer is talking about the future…he doesn’t know the future…he bought the real present time…but the dreamer was waiting….

the dreamer thought that the curious guy will even tell her that he might not come back… but he didn’t…she was dreaming each day of him…waiting… looking at the drawing and the painting..

, the colours start to melt…the writings started to fade….

then the dreamer… saw the curious guy walking hand in hand with his real and true choice…and looked with pity to the dreamer… oh poor dreamer…how could you believe that I was

really interested in your drawing…it is just colours…it won’t turn to be real…I can put some water on it and it will soon disappear… but what the curious guy didn’t know is that the brush

was dipped in the dreamer’s blood to draw it…it was decorated with pieces of her heart… it was full of her soul…tearing it ..means tearing the dreamer’s pieces..

but the curious guy didn’t care… he said…you heal…I have nothing to say… this were his last words….

The dreamer moved away…screaming inside each minute…no one will hear the dreamer…and they will say…see the crazy dreamer with the stupid painting…was so naïve to understand that at the end

of the day, life is about materialistic things….hearts and dreams are no more valued…they are only valued in stories or poems...

but when it comes to actions…no one wants to stand for his dream….

dreamers are meant to sit in the street and show people paintings from distance and just people would say… good drawing keep it up…but they never ask what is the story behind the dream…what

is the story behind the painting…with an incomplete painting I move… with torn pieces I move….with life I move….

God know what was in the dreamer’s heart …and the dreamer pray that everyone gets exactly as what they hold in their hearts….

the dreamer keeps on carrying her heart on her shoulders…exposed to the warm sun…maybe mercy will land upon it and make it dry …. Stay beautiful city of dreams…

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