Dreamwalk...

I dream away…..about a long winding road….trees on the both side. The dawn mist is diffused with the canopy of the invigorating green leaves. I am walking, all alone….staring at the crimson sky, where the sun is about to come out….I am walking down the road, a road to nowhere. Suddenly at the crack of the dawn the first light of the day streamed in filtered through the canopy of the leaves and fell on me, touched me at my arms…gently moved up through my body up to my face. My long staring eyes glowed in the yellowish glow of the sunbeam and I keep dreamwalking. The sunlight kisses my leaps gently and I feel the warmth in it, relish it to my heart’s content….she plays with me, falling on my void chest sometimes and nurturing my hair undulating in the cool breeze of the hill retreat. Today where is she? None like her in reality. That is why I dream away…away from this harsh reality which binds me in infinite turns, I am like a failure actor trying hard to act to tune me up with this reality .But I stumble as an actor all alone. I am trying to be a good dog without a bone.

But every time I am spent up of acting I go back to my dreamwalk, I dream away with the music and sound of drums and strumming of guitar running through my veins. I can sometimes vividly recall staring at the basantabouri(a yellow colored bird) sitting on the branch of the tree in the garden…I stare in mute astonishment, she’s too indignant shifting from one branch to the other, I don’t recall how she cooed but I watched her until a slight disturbance that made her fly away…..far off….she never showed her off again…..suddenly alarm rang and I had to shake my dreams out of my hair. Almost everything I cherish is gone. Only left is the memories. That is why I walk down that memory lane time and again.