Clouds of my dreams

‘Clouds’…the word brings so many pictures into my mind, there are these snowy white ones streaking the blue sky, then the dark,  gray ones ready to pour down, not to forget the ones which are filled with hues of all kinds as we see the sun rise or sun set… Clouds have always fascinated me. I just love watching these clouds as I sit by the window of the car/bus/train while I’m travelling. They are so beautiful and vivid in shape and form. Sitting by the window of the plane these clouds appear like someone has spread a carpet of cotton before me, and boy! I’m so tempted to walk over it (no, I’m not delusional people ;)). It is just so beautiful to see sun rays play peek-a-boo with you from these clouds.  

And somehow these clouds remind me of dreams. Beautiful, picturesque, light and dark, covering the sun sometimes, or else just blowing with the winds of time. You look at these clouds and they show a different form and picture, that is a reflection of your thoughts. Dreams are like the clouds covering the sky of your heart. Sometimes they stay there for a minute or two, while some other time it looks like they are going to rain on the earth of your life. You stand there looking up at these clouds, anticipating rain, but they are brushed away by the winds of reality. However sometimes these clouds of dreams pour down and infuse “life” into your life.

Like a drought hit region, where the cracks of despair show up on the land, these dreams bring with them the showers of cheer that get soaked in the grounds of psyche so as seeds of hope are irrigated. The cracks are filled and the barren land gives way to green pastures. All this is brought about by the clouds of dreams.

Sometimes it also happens that these showers flood the heart so much that eyes stream out in the form of tears. That’s how dreams are. Like I mentioned they are nomadic and restless. They might reside with you for years, or they might be transitory. Unpredictable, yeah that’s what they are. Sometimes you can pin down a sea of reason for their origin, sometimes not.

We cannot deny that dreams can also fog the reality. At times it is difficult to see the actual path. Obviously when clouds descend too low they block us from seeing our outlook of truth. Then the light of reason has to work hard to find the right way.

But whatever it is, one thing is for sure, they are vibrant and each dream of cloud renders a different beauty to landscape of your heart. I can’t imagine a life without dreams, naah..it would be so lifeless like a sky all painted blue. I would rather have these clouds spread over my sky. So my clouds of dreams whatever you are; you are always welcome to dwell in my heart :) .