Dream, My Boy Dream by N. S. Murty SignUp
Boloji.com

Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Hope Share This Page
Dream, My Boy Dream
by N. S. Murty
Bookmark and Share
  Dream my boy! Dream!
Dream to rid of your rote monotony.
Dream if you dare! Dream to show you have guts!
But never dream for the sake of dreaming.
For, dreaming is
but to take up cudgels against adversity.
Dream to make your life what you like it to be.
If you are young and still can't dream,
You will be abusing the Xs and Ys
that dreamed of you.
When you grow up to a man, you can't dream.
For, nightmares beset you to disturb your sleep.
And once you become old,
What will there be to dream about
Except a long inventory of bungled up promises,
And life wasted away as a vast desert of time?

Dream my boy! Dream!
Dreaming is not yet another exercise of pastime.
It is trying to draw a blueprint of life.
It is an epoch to embark upon challenges
The earlier generations dreaded to dream about.
Dream about freeing from every shackle,
About breaking every chain that impedes your progress.
Let dreaming be such an obsession with you
That you dream about things no one hitherto ever dreamt of.
Imagine where you would be
Had not that caveman dared to dream!

So, dream my boy! Dream!
Not anybody can, nor everybody would dream.
Many shiver in their socks to dream
And of the few that can, most leave their dreams
At the doorstep of eyelids when they have to buck-up.
Only a digital few live to translate their dreams,
This, for a bewildered onlooker seems dream living.
Dreaming is not resignation to fate amidst string of failures.
On the contrary, it is a defiance of it
And resilience from the sense of defeat.
It is 'bonsai'ing hope and confidence,
In the fist of determined effort.

Only those that quarry courage from the deep recesses
Of their psyche to face every want, battle out every hurdle
A la Galileo, Socrates, or Copernicus
Could dare dreaming of exotic things.
Rest stay content
Inhuming their blessed youth in the hives of time
Sans identity, sans respect,
Sans any notion of them having ever existed.

Share This:
October 16, 2005
More By: N. S. Murty
Views: 1006      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2019 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.