A Dream too Real
A Dream too Real
This famous line still halls
Loud and clear in my conscience
Emulating the voice of my mother
"If you can dream it, you can achieve it!"
Tell me something,
Then why when someone dies
In my dream, she says-
"The person's life just increased".
I am not going to lie,
That's a relief mostly.
Except when the dying one is me.
Why can't I achieve my own death?
When I lie down and teleport
To the same old world,
No sense of novelty left
Rewinding the same old sequence-
My grandpa lifting me up
In his arms,
Us both chuckling in pure joy...
I touch his blemished face
With my dwarfed hands
Ending up
Discovering myself as a toddler
Fully aware of holding my grandpa
close enough to feel his heartbeats!
I wake up in a thud
To a different sensibility altogether
Like having touched a flower
That once bloomed
Only now rests in the dust
Of an old book,
Like reminiscing over a familiar fragrance
Before it melts into oblivion,
Like a road
Triggering a dejavu of having walked on
But can't recollect exactly when.
Soon, I realize
Grandpa is long dead and lost in my childhood.
By any chance, can I find them both
From the fragments of my conscience...
Because
How can I feel someone's presence
So Lifelike
And not bring him back?
How can I have a dream
That doesn't cross that line
Of becoming a reality?
Well, I felt his heartbeats!!!