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Sunday, December 12, 2010

A "Dream" To Share

Right now, this is how I feel.


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The reason? Returning home one day, I was overexcited to see an old poetry contest flyer in the bus. The deal was pretty straightforward. You wrote a 50-word poem on “Dreams” and submitted it online. If you were amongst the top 55 to be selected, your poem would be printed on the buses here. Every commuter could read it, appreciate it. What more, there was a monetary reward involved too.


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Browsing through the writings of the winners the last few years, it seemed like a pretty straightforward thing to do. I would often travel in buses reading the last years’ poems and would dream of seeing my name everywhere till I would be on the verge of missing my bus stop.

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And then, I finally grinned. I finally knew what I would do now. So what if I did not win the contest? I could still share the poem with my family. Not my family back in my native, but my blog family here. For I had a huge blog family after all, where there were so many people I would hang around with, so many people who spent their time reading my silly blogs and kudo-ing me (what’s wrong with my vocabulary today?), so many people whose blogs I read. This is second family for me, for I needn’t write my success stories to get appreciation. People in my blog family loved me the way I am, though many of them haven’t even met me. They read me first thing they reached office. They read me finally turning of the oven in the kitchen or putting their young bittus and pappus to sleep. They read my blogs and shared my thoughts with their friends, family, wives, moms, and colleagues. They left their valuable comments and opinions on my blogs, not just agreeing with me all the time, but contradicting me as well. They perked me up when I was sad, and congratulated me on every success of mine. They wished my family members happy birth day and the ones who knew me would call me up to ask what was I gonna write about next (as if it is some literary work I publish every day). I maintain a pretty anonymous profile and told them that I was someone. I have always, always, always received the warmest of reception. And this is what I call unconditional love and support. What if I won the contest? Copyright issues wouldn’t let me post my silly poem in the blog and only people in the buses could read it, people who had no clue who I was or where my blog was. Now, I was no longer obliged not to post my poem elsewhere. Now, everyone from the blog family could read it.


Yaaayyy!!!! And just to let you know that all you members of my blog family mean a lot to me. barring the Malicious Anonymous Commentators of course.

So this is how I feel right now.

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And here goes the poem.


A DREAM
In dreams of peace and joy and love
My wings stretched out, I was a dove
On sunkissed morns and niveous nights
My verdant hopes sustained my flights.
A smile to heal, a touch to cure
Was there a dream on earth more pure?

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