Dear Dreamer...

Dear Dreamer...

(Chetna Vatts)

Dear dreamer,

The night has changed, the moon that was in motion a few days back, delivered a hurricane in the sea. The storm is at its best till now and is supposed to last few more days leaving the life, in doldrums. Saplings, around the shores have merged with the land caving in life, but the trees, they are still fighting hard to see the radiating sun in a beautiful painted sky of tomorrow; you, my love are the tree that's standing erect fighting with a wish to win, to take a step ahead in future and not the saplings that gave up ghosts watching a hurricane that was powerful.

Remember that the life will make you slump in the journey you're in, but to give up on your dreams will always be a choice.

Life may not be a bed of roses at present but it was, once and will persist to be in the near future, if only you walk out of the cyclone of emotions and the turbulence overpowering you today.

The fact that I love you from the depth of everything is crystal clear but there lies another fact: YOUR DREAM. I know that more than you need me today, you need the dream because that's something which has been injecting strength in you more than I ever did.

I can watch the sky giving up on its beautiful stars and the moon. I can bear the agony of being separated from warmth of your skin but I cannot see you giving up on the life you always wanted, the dream that means so much to you. That would be something like watching your favorite star breaking up in mesmerizing sky of a cold winter night. You can neither do anything to mend nor you're the reason, but it pains your heart to an extent that you feel your veins bursting, your heartbeats going slow to stop in at any moment.

Remember, the sorrows of your life are like the impressions of your feet after bathing. At first they're bright and clear to see but they become vague with each step you take ahead and there will be a point of no impression. It's not that you lack your foot to leave behind the impression but it's the water (your feelings attached to sorrows) that’s absent now.

I wish to see you someday with your capabilities grown up every inch without an iota of fear or suppression, with the dreamer in you still alive telling me it has many more dreams to achieve.

With lots of love and trust,
Your soul.