Tuesday, January 17, 2006

C a t c h i n g T h e B u t t e r f l y

When was the last time you had a dream filled with roaring mountain winds ? Or filled with mighty forests or with orange seas ? Those were the dreams of my childhood. Where I visited strange places and did mighty adventures. I drove enormous vehicles, sighted curious beasts, I discovered deep secrets. I discovered strange secrets about life.

Those dreams came to me when I was asleep. Those dreams came to me when I was alone. Everything that I saw in the world brought me a dream, along with it. That was the age of impressionability.

Am I losing it ? Now that I am 23.

Am I losing those dreams ?

If that happens, world would become just dry and deterministic. After some time, the sole purpose in life would be to just be alive. Like a piece of moss on a rock.

But in such a situation, can I call myself alive ?

Maybe the last time when you feel dreams is the first time you fall in love. After this, you take leave from that world of dreams. You shut it behind, and later forget that it ever was. Whenever you think about it, you will get scared. So you better fool yourself into believing that it never existed.

However, unfortunately, some people choose to keep this world alive. And they get scared because the dreams would not come to them. I am one of those. Who always try to keep catching those colors. I am one of those who always gonna keep catching the butterfly, in that dream of mine.

In homage to the music of The Verve, I reproduce these lyrics

So you were born
Or so you thought
The future's ours
To keep and hold

A child within
Has healing ways
It sees me through
My darkest days

I'm gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I'm gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine

In my lucid dreams
In my lucid dreams

I'm gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine

Keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine

In my private dreams
In my private dreams
My lucid dreams
My forgotten schemes

I see through you
You see through me
I see through you
You see through me

To be in your eyes
To be in your eyes

3 comments:

renu said...

i remembered how happy i used to be before i come to this stupid college to meet my great "prof". :(
i think one has to be really fortunate to be able to dream of nice things.

Kiran said...

how can one stupid sex-starved ugly nutcase do this to you ? Life is filled many more worse people, renu. Just plug them out of life and shift+delete them. Your life is only about you and your dreams. :)

renu said...

:)) :D ha ha! u r right ra! but he himself is plugging us inside the lab. so that one has to dream the results of all the incorrect protocols he says. anyway.. now a days am quite happy!!! i will soon make a post in my blog. check out!

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