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Dream Chronicles Vol 2

It is a cloudy breezy mid morning,there's a building near the sea shore,it s a cold breeze,seems like a place up north somewhere,I enter the building from a door facing the empty land and trees behind...It s a circular lobby,rather large, with a central pillar and a spiral staircase.i go up to the first first floor, but it feels like a lot more in height than a regular first floor.There are people in the room, cannot see them clearly,but can feel a lot of blurred activity in the background.i can see a window right in front of me, long rectangular wooden window and a strong breeze blowing in from the ocean.i hear some faint noises , i run to the window and look down.someone at the ground level is trying to give me something as a part of the process, felt like as if I am a part of a chain ,except that I wasn't receiving it,and then the man screamed to take it and hurled,what seemed like a book, to me.not being able to catch it I saw the book floating down ,but the man had disappeared . I frantically ran down the spiral stair case and went around the building to look for the man and the book.As I was running i realised the ground beneath had suddenly become soft...seemed like a marshy land or quicksand...I did not get stuck but I stopped and looked up amazed.....

The alarm went off and i got up...! Well I have no clue why I had this dream, pretty vivid, and something which ended rather abruptly...and again I remembered the sequence as against some of my previous few dreams which I have had no recollection whatsoever.

Sometimes I feel we must be a part of a big plan by someone,GOD ? ,Nibiru ? or something totally different, and sometimes I think that none of it is true,life is how it is ...we re born, and we die..we don't go seems pretty logical..anything which has a beginning has to have an end.Sometimes I feel being a part of someone plan may not be a bad thing at all...history is replete with instances where mankind has done exceedingly well when they are a part of a plan, given directions , and given a task at hand..whether for good or bad.
So are we headed somewhere ? I have a might become a little more complicated than what it is now.Big deal ? yes, because eventually Religion,Politics and Science are going to divide this world in two distinct halves - believers and non believers.Or there could be a scenario that all of these 3 elements could converge to be one. P-P-T = people process and technology can become one...maybe the God almighty is the perfect combination of these three elements.

The supreme being .God.ultimate scientific breakthrough, all could mean the same thing.there could be only one universal religion,one universal God and one universally accepted fact that it is a creation of science or vice versa !
The skeptical side of me cuts away from this dream world and looks into the granular tactical aspects of life.
Do what you are supposed to do,expected to do,have to do,want to do.I think some intelligent life Nike figured this out pretty quickly...just do it. :-) i'd add..Get on with it.

That's what we have been doing all along isnt it ? just getting along,not stopping to think even once about why are we doing all this..and I can say if one individual thinks like that it is not going to make any difference.There needs to be a mass consciousness or mass awakeness ~for lack of a better word!


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It's 5AM and the clock is late,
the rush to dress up and change my fate,
but the wrinkle is annoying the mane,
and the greys are flaying the vein,
I carry the mirror in mind,
leave the resigned sigh behind.

The train is packed with eyes,
I stand under the strain of lights
the dark skin is brighter,
maybe they'll like me better,
their shampoos leave no clue,
only the fan comes to my rescue.

Waiting for the elevator,
a minty breath drifts over the shoulder,
the noose around my neck chokes
gasps for breath and the heart pokes
the lights are incandescent inside
empty faces on the outside.

The tube-light and the guard flickers
People wearing strange monikers
floating close to the floor
a door opens, the stupor
he sashays along leaving them behind,
my eyes lose him and hope to find.

Clocks go by and the hours shiver
the cardigan shrugs off and the  lips quiver
a sudden surge of reason, cold air ,
aimlessly slides off my ruffled hair
witness  to the porcelain teapot stare,
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