December 14, 2010
i often wonder about the stuff dreams are actually made of...
Are they a portrayal of our innermost desires--the ones that we label as sacrosanct and keep away from the outer world to a point where we learn to hide them even from ourselves?
or are they just remnants of an overactive imagination that is put to rest by the mundane life we live while we are awake?
half the times, i am not even able to recollect my dreams..and a majority of the other half, i am unable to interpret them...
i sometimes dream of places i have never visited in my life..sometimes, of people ive never seen..and yet , when i wake up, there is a feeling of familiarity asif made to go away from them with whom i am closely connected with---not just from a few hours of sleep but through ages of unspoken emotions churning within me..
yet everything lies in fragments which when i try to join, make a very complicated puzzle with a lot of missing pieces..
and i wonder---will i ever be able to complete that picture??
will i find those missing pieces in yet another dream??
sapnay toh sapnay...sapnon ka kya??!!