My dreams and me

I am a dreamer but I am scared to share them with anyone. The people around me, even the ones I call my friends, do not understand my passion when it comes to my dreams. My question to them is, why should'nt I dream? Is life really worth living without dreams? But my questions always remain unanswered.

I dream about a lot of things. My favourite one, the one I see even with open eyes, is the one about my soul mate. I can form a picture of the person in my dreams. Let me try to paint it here. A tallish guy with black eyes tinged with a soft brown colour. His face has a look which says that I will never hesitate to be there for you, come what may. Someone with whom I can share my happiness but who will not hesitate to share my sadness. He, who will hug me when I achieve something to be proud of, but at the same time would bring me back to earth if I fly too far out. The one person with whom I will be what I am. No pretentions will be able to form a wall between us. The one thought which would lead us both would be the desire to stay with each other, forever and ever. My hand in his hand, that is the cindrella story I dream about.

I love this handsome prince of mine from the bottom of my heart and just carry this wish that he too will reciprocate this love to a full degree for the rest of his life. My dreams give me a hope that even in this cold world there is a hope for us to live with a feeling of warmth. Trust, faith and confidence take on a new meaning if we just let our hearts be free and believe in the feeling called love

Kiddish, i agree. But if we lose a part of the dreamer inside us, then life would be this dry road of practical pebbles on which our life be full of trips and falls. While these obstacles are necessary, I don't think that there would be a smile on my face every morning if it were not for my dreams. So, practicality has its own importance, but I as always, listen to my heart and dream and dream......