DREAM

I have a dream
Though what it is I haven’t realized
I live my life in its pursuit
What you shall call the pursuit by a blind
What I shall call the pursuit in darkness
Because when light will fall
It would be my rebirth
Life demands meaning till then
Blind are those
Who cannot fight for a dream
Those who don’t dream
Are the blindfolded
Who have to reach the destination
Without knowing the way
Who have to find the way
Without  the sense of light
So is dreaming a way to escape from the world?
Is dreaming a way to see with a blindfold?
Because who knows what you are meant to do
And what you dream to do
Who knows  if dreams are just an illusion?
And its not an absurdist’s allusion
And as some poet had said
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams
 no mortal ever dared to dream before
I would say the poet would have
 stood peering deep into the darkness
because its not dreams that guide us
its our actions that shall always speak out loud
so let me grow vision instead of dreams
because dreamer is a loner
because dreamer
shall always remain to be a loner