Vibration of alarm with its disastrous effect earthquaked my still pillow just when the pioneering rays of sun were breaking into my windows like the robbers, keeping an eye on the sleep in my eyes so that they could snatch it off to pour the drops of reality. The strength of mind can't be challenged since for Milton, it has the power to make a heaven and hell of its own but when you are on the mercy of your sleep, body cannot resist the attractions and distractions. So with the final hit of doorbell, I woke up after a sleep of 10 hours with an over exhausted body.
How could a sleeping body be tired? In case when mind is awaken in dreams
Yeah, I too, hadn't been resting for a moment in my dreams for last few nights, with a seldom switch to nightmares when the serene roads of Edinburgh suddenly turned into dusky plains of Nagasaki with a sudden explosion which actually was the pressure cooker on stove my mom put while making breakfast. How strange is the connection between the things going on outside and the ones happening inside....sometimes I wonder if one could direct his own dreams by setting the settings around....
//The best thing about dreaming is delimitation, perhaps. Isn't it more than awesome not to be chained to values or logic, but only what pleases you?//
Well everyone of us has an outside force influencing our post-dreams state.... my force I mean person for most of the time is my mom.... since she keeps on staring at me regardless of my closed eyes just to vent her silent anguish at my late hour sleep.....until finally her patience ends and my day begins;) Since my primary talk is about the dreams so my angle to view my mama rotates with the degree of the dream/nightmate that she wakes me from....
»I affirm in her being the kindest creature when I find a narrow escape from barking dogs and a chasing dinosaur in her scold that seems the sweetest melody that time which has been able to vanish that haunting scene.
» but sometimes it about visiting so many places on sponsorship and achieving a scholarship when the loving hug of mom seems like a cruel arrest at the time of one's wedding that turns this leading lady to the cleaning lady:/
So here's your turn to take the flight to your dreams, to never stop dreaming , keep sleeping, because not everyone is insane like me to keep on dreaming with apparently open eyes:) Good Night Writers
Till my hope took it's last breath I sat in my cocoon - the safe haven of the mother's womb
Dreaming Of the blue of the sky Love in my mother's eye The water and the puddle where I'll play wet and joy
Of the vast fields where I'll chase the birds The sweet sugarcanes, the green plantains The chuckles of children, playing around me in circles or girds
I would be born in God's own country I'll raise my trunk to wave For I'm the embodiment of Lord Ganesha the lord of prosperity and fame
Today, there are no blue skies, no fields or sugarcane For the ones who worship us, have put us to shame All the chuckles, all the merry making with the villagers Burned to death with firecrackers!
They served a pineapple, put me on debt Humanity exists! was my faith As the sooth and smoke choked me to death What human race has become, I thought and wept I kept blessing them for their kindness, till I met my early death I kept hoping for once they feel our pain, till my hope took it's last breath!
All your childhood you had heard stories from your mama Stories of equality, of justice, and karma How all life is equal How all can be achieved with proper efforts. She narrated stories of the great country that is now your home The land where dreams come true.
You started school at 6 and instantly knew that you're odd No matter how much milk you drank, Your skin remained an ugly black. No matter how much you pleaded, Mama couldn't turn your brown eyes blue No amount of the best brands of shampoo, Could transform your black curls into straight blond like the popular kids.
Couple of years pass and now you are 8 You have a lot of questions and mama tells you to be careful who you ask For instance, you don't understand what went wrong when one day your papa comes home After losing his job to a less efficient white man. Wait, there must be something wrong. Surely, they wouldn't prioritize complexion over qualification?
You're 12 and teacher asks you to write an essay Topic is 'what you want to be when you grow up' Papa helps you with it. He tell you, "Son, you can be anything you want. President, actor, or even a doctor!", You listen half-heartedly The presidents, actors and doctors you know look nothing like your folks.
You're 16 now and things start making sense. You see the fear in people's eyes when they see you for the first time Being called "Nigga" no longer surprises you. You know how difficult it can get to find a house with neighbours who aren't prejudiced Seeing yet another person of colour being replaced by a white actor in screen baffles you no more. And you've learnt to be extra cautious so that you're not labelled a goon.
You have almost resigned to your fate And started setting realistic expectations for the future. And just when you thought you had seen all the injustice in the world, Your friend sends you a video about that man in Minneapolis His pleas for air are now the subject of your nightmare That policeman's tight grip makes you feel like you're choking everytime you close your eyes.
You wonder if you'll ever be at home in this foreign country If you'll ever breathe free unbound from all the shackles imposed by society. Protests from people all over the world surfaces But you're not convinced about it's effectiveness. You know the problem is deep rooted And prejudice is ingrained in people's mind.
Mama says, hope is a powerful thing And so you do. You hope for a better tomorrow Tomorrow where no human is judged on the basis of their skin colour Irrespective of caste, colour, creed, only humanity is worshipped. For now, you just hope. Hope that you live to see that day Before your life is snatched away for a crime you did not commit.