Dream.

  I had a dream last night. It was fogged up with a fusion of emotions and feelings. Nothing could be deciphered from it but the art that arose out of it. The whole picture was a sheer soupcon of purity and calm, pinch of anxiety and a total utter of eagerness.









  In my dream, there were two small children, frolicking across the scenic meadow, with droplets of dews hung down from the petals of gorgeous sunflowers, the birds spreading their wings soaring upon the blue pale air, as if they are enjoying every moment of their lives taking time, slowly breathing in the sereneness and peacefulness of the earth. Standing high in its most inimitable outline, right in the middle of the meadow, with each curve articulately carved where there is absolutely no sign of the slightest flaw, there stood this beautiful sculpture of a man and woman entangled with one another. I couldn't exactly make out what they were doing but I was speechless. There was no words stumbling out of my mouth. I screamed on top of my lungs but nothing could be heard except for the chirping of the birds, and breeze whispering in my ear. And..



I woke up. I bloody woke up. I haven't got the faintest idea on what my dream is trying to tell me precisely, but that was one helluva picturesque.