Dear dreams....

This is a letter to my deepest, darkest fear, which is not being able to realize my dreams before I die.

Dear dreams,

I know I have had
Not the simplest or
The most modest of dreams
But I have had them

Isn’t a head with many crazy dreams?
Better than one with none

I have let you wander
Into places wild, into territories unknown
My heart has set no boundaries for you
And made you accident prone

Some go fulfilled, some don’t
Some make sense, the rest won’t
But I love the freedom of letting you lose
And I am sure you do too

You are what I am
You define me
Do linger around
Help me continue to be me

Realty is overrated
You are underestimated
Leave for a bit if you want to
But do find your way back too

Life won’t mean much if you leave
I am leaning on to you
Help me realize the dormant ones
I promise I will make them true

Random thoughts.. yet again...

If someone really wants you in their life, they will find a way.

It's funny that religion is God- related, but not God- made.

Enjoy the world, without getting attached to it. You have to take a deep breath in. But you can’t hold onto it. You have to let go (of the breath) to enjoy the fresh air. In life, it is the same thing. Letting go is important.

Whats more painful- pain, or the memory of the pain?

Waffles named Belgian dream... truly heavenly

There is something about the cobbled stone streets that amazes me. Maybe it has to do with history. People talk about being at a place where no one has been so far. I would like the contrary. I would like to be at every place that man has set foot on so far, at any period of time. It's fascinating to go into the mind of a man who existed 100s of years ago, 1000s of years ago. It's how you feel when you go to some parts of Europe, as you let the various flavors sink in. Fries and windmills in The Netherlands; beer, waffles and chocolates in Belgium, the crepes and diversity in Paris. Why can't there be bits of us in each place that we visit, that way there is a part of us left behind in every place where our heart wants to be at...

Now that I can....

Now that I can fly
Let me go really high
I not only have wings
But a spirit unlike all other beings
Let me see the world like no one else
So I can heal, cherish and bless
So many things to do
Some dreamy and some true
So many places to be
I want to set myself free
Let my spirit soar high
Now that I can fly

Random lines from my heart...

My dream came true after I died..

The blue blanket in front of me that went up and down..

Clear blue skies with tints of white here and there..

The sky seemed to be the ocean turned upside down..

You have yourself. No matter who's with you or not, you will always have yourself.

For the womb that was his shelter for 9 months,
For the heart that was his home for ever...

We are not who we think we are. We only think, we are who we think we are..

Dreams come when you are asleep
Dreams come true when you are awake

All the people in this world cannot fill this void within you, not even you. Because this void is death. Death completes you.

What I need in life is a single thing worth fighting for.

The closest you can get to looking at perfection, is your reflection.

My life would be more confused
My soul would be more lost
Without you.....

Free yourself....

Let your soul lie
There is you and the sky
And no one around
close your eyes
And just be...
Do not hear but
Feel the sound of the ocean

Let the breeze brush against your cheeks
and the moonlight kiss you gently
You will see that you cease to exist
And existance doesn't matter
Because you are one
With something
That's bigger than life
Or the world

The purest things
Can neither be touched
Nor heard
Nor seen
They can only be felt