It's all dream, the pathos and their shades, the happinesses and their colours, the beauty and their marks, the memories and their touches, the words and their palpability, the voice and your understandablity to hold them together in your mind, art and its glimpses, the movement that your limbs ever made, the thoughts that ever passed through your mind, the people your vision could have a view of, songs that you ever dared to give speech and tune to, indeed everything around you. the love that you thought of, the hatred that you actually faced, and every time you said, "i wish, it were", "perhaps", "if it had been" and even at times when you said, "why is it so", "why can't it be this way", "we think something and something else happens"... well the list will go on but for taking rest for a while, for standing still for a while, think of all these things, all the moments that went by your senses, yes all the five of them and even the sixth one added to it which is though a very uncommon one, yet you add that to it... what is it all about? your sense and all the things around, all that has ever happened, all that you ever did, people you ever met, the time you ever spent with them, and the each and every thing that ever happened... what did all that happened for? why? just one word is enough to describe them well.... DREAM, every thing was, has been, is, will be but DREAM... one day when things won't exist anymore with no proof to say yes it ever was so and so, it ever happened in this or this way... you'll only be left with one word DREAM... you were DREAMING, things were DREAMS... and nothing else... so silly.. we are just DREAMING STUPID DREAMS...
