My Dreams

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

In the world I live, weaving dreams, envisioning your future even general wool gathering is an punishable offence.

No wonder I am punished so often!

I’ve had to hide my dreams (mundane every day sort too) from these people, who’d scoff or at the least laugh on my dreams.

Still I dare to dream!

When you steal something you know you have to pay back some way….

I still steal myself a handful of happiness, knowing that I’ll have to pay it back some way or the other.

Until a couple or years back I was afraid of laughing…. Never knowing when you’d have to cry. Now when I laugh I am afraid of paying for it.

So people who don’t want me to be happy or those cant see me happy, are so not welcome in my world!

Because there are already so many people here with their idea for my happiness, that they forget I am a human too. Not a robot that they can think for me, that they can weave dreams for me.

Its some thing that I am entitled to do.

Some people on one hand count me as an adult, able to take on responsibilities, but on other hand consider me unable to take decisions for my self, that I am entitled to make.

What if it’s a mistake, then it’ll be my mistake.

Oh I so want to break away from this limbo that I am in…..

Happiness is a costly dream! This I now know.

a series of poems that i wrote on my dreams......... continued.