Interpreting dreams or Dreaming reality.

How much importance do you place on dreams?

How much time do you dream of living?

How much living do you do in your dreams?

What do you say to the dreams you dream?

When do you wake up from the dream you dream?

What if the dream you dream is real?

What if he said so in your dream and not really?

Does it mean he dreams of it but wakes up too soon too?

What if Cinderella was right and 'A dream is a wish your heart makes' really?

Or do dreams have ugly stepsisters called reality?

What if Everly Brothers were right and all you can do is dre-e-e-eam?

And what if some of your dreams are more like premonitions?

If only the negative ones are premonitions of the upcoming future?

Would you long for the good ones to be in your future too?

Johnny Burnette seems to be happy dreaming and searching doesn't he?

What if I dreamt you too?

What if I dreamt the sudden chemistry?

What if you are just a reflection of my loneliness?

What if we are lonely if only for one another?

Why have I dreamt of you every night for the last 47 nights?

Have you dreamt of me too?

Would you tell me if you have?

Could it be a coincidence?

Is that even possible?

Would it ruin us as we currently exist?

Would you like to take the risk?

Wouldn't it be worth it?

Shouldn't we?

the last chance

that last chance...

when you confront yourself... your own emotions.. your hopes and fears... and your instinct..

Well when do you decide that that's the last chance. Is the application of this phrase dynamic? Say for example, what makes one decide that they've had enough???or the acceptance that they're finally giving up. Is it when you lose the race you dont lose it till you want to? maybe in that way last chance is applicable.. You stop running when you decide that that's not my aim .. reaching the finishing point.Some would say heck she's giving up because of the initial bumpy ride.. some would blame it on the hurdles coming and going,.. some the instinct that has died a tragic silently brutal death...... the funniest part is all these 'some' are within me.. helping me deal with this moment. a stand that i have taken , a feeling that i have let go.. more like smashed irrepairably .. out with the old.. and greeting the new... im so out of it im so untangling myself out.. no matter what words are used, no matter what gestures are engulfed.. its gone... like the fragnancy of a dying petal.. that struggles to keep up with the other vibrant parts of a rose.. though its still providing the desired intoxication for acceptance.. there has been someone more constant more secure .. that the petal realised there ain't no sunshine for it here.. either it let goes the last traces of breath accepting the few precious moments reliving its best times.. or it wastes them in anger, jealousy or sheer defeat..

Like the petal i have not accepted defeat.. ive just accepted that i ve had  those good moments .. and now is the time for me to unite with the universe.. unaware and not expectingw hats in store.. just taking every moment as it comes and every feeling that will return... this last chance is my rising from the ashes.. and slowly opening my fragile yet determined wings....

confession 3-- being brutally honest

its weird.. thought honesty gets one in trouble most of the time.. but well its increasing the popularity for me.. or atleast what i want to believe;p..but seriously dealing with wannabes at work, people who I would'nt even notice in any other situation, makes me realise at times its honesty that safeguards ones interest..

confession three is all about mpds.. no i dont suffer from it ort something but ive realised all humans do live different characters in different situations and phases of life... take me foir example.. an honest sentimental person... changes to a diplomatically honest, strong, brutal person at work.. Is it me protecting myself.. or me projecting who i yearn to be??? that is indeed a mystery...

Does that work in my favour or does it hamper my interests..


The truth is I enjoy playing those characters.. the way i enjoy writing and imagining them in my writings or poems,..its an escapism.. an illusion.. a satisfaction and yet the complication in life;p