That message in my sunset breeze.

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Late in the evening, long after sunset,

That cool breeze comes along with a message.

Loving whispers it carries, and plenty of kisses,

Sweet to the solitary heart in the night's passage.

Novels are written, fantasies explored,

Distance brings romance even out of a crush,

Beauty lies in the imagination,

Mind is your canvas, thoughts - your brush.

Sketching the dream, shading that secret,

Painting perfection, a task always easy in the head.

Reality dawns, come crack of first sunlight,

And then you go back sulking into your bed.

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White wings soaring high - A Haiku.

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Tossing and turning

Eyes not shut, still dreaming on

White wings soaring high 

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You see white in black 

The good in bad, right in wrong

Why turn a blind eye?

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Fireflies in jar

You force em in with a lid?

Glow even when trapped

They say dreams are not only what you see when you are sleeping. Real dreams are the ones which don't let you sleep. Watching dreams with open eyes, planning and then living it someday is what we call dreams coming true i think. 

As i've mentioned in one of my previous haiku, every situation seems to have two sides. You can always find something good in a bad situation, and negative in every positive one. It's all about the perspective. All about what we choose to see. So no use turning a blind eye to the less obvious.

Fireflies like real dreams strive to light up the world, not just home. Even after trapping them in a jar, they still give you light. Just like people with real dreams. They are trapped by the stereotypical, not-ready-to-change people around, but does that keep them chained to their home? No! They work, they toil, they strive, they glow at any cost. Their dreams - their driving forces.

This Haiku is written for The Heights of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is 'WHITE'.

What if my dream is the reality and my reality, just a long horrible nightmare?

There is always a subject so very dear to you, that you cannot write nor talk about it. You know all the words, they flow out of your mouth like the glimmering water from the tap, but then when you open your mouth, there is silence. The moment passes and you lock it in again, careful enough to never bring it up again, until someone/something finds the key and then there is a an uproar! An uproar of unsaid words and unseen emotions.

What when that which opened the lock is the one to close it all in again? It's like freeing a bird from the cage, teaching it to enjoy freedom, and just when it is ready to fly high, you lock it back again. It's like forcing a vegetarian into being a non-veggie and then asking him to never eat meat again! There you are, locked up all over again, and this time you don't have the key either. You don't know who/what is going to find it.. you don't know when it is going to be found.. you don't even know whether it'll be found at all!

I wish to write, but my hands refuse to type. My heart is speaking, but my mind refuses to listen. There are times when i wish something.. anything.. went the way i planned it to go. Sometimes the magical spark disappears, and there's just a plain world out of my window. The moon, the stars, the music, the lights.. nothing helps!

The sunset moves on to welcome twilight, and i'm wondering... the twilight bids goodbye at the arrival of the night, and i'm still wondering. I wonder how it would be if i just slept and woke up the next day to find out my dreams were not dreams, they are true. What if dreams turned out to be the reality and reality was just a long horrible nighmare? Will you please wake me? Probably that is the key to my lock, so wake me up, i've been sleeping a long long time now.

I dream of a world not very different from this,

But with more laughter and less tears.

While stuck deep in this harsh reality crisis,

Often there is less relief and more fears.

Soul sister - My secrets lie within her, not me.

She sat, telling stories about me and herself to her friends. My lil sister. My soul sister. She went gaga with all the tales that have been told, and retold. Her face was excited, animated, happy. I love it when she does that. I love it when we tell our stories. I love it when she stops and i jump in to continue the story. It's like our unsaid understanding. We never learnt story telling. But these are stories that we will always tell with the same zeal, the same fondness! Touchwood. 

We are getting older, but the stories never do. We like to remember 'em each and every time we meet. People meet up over a cup of coffee and biscuits. But when we get together, reminiscence and laughter are laid on the table, with a dish full of sweet memories.

We share nothing in common.. absolutely nothing. It amazes us how two people who are vice versa can have the closest strongest bond ever. But that always strengthened our belief that ours is a perfect example of the 'Opposites Attract' law. That also makes us the best pair. We totally understand each other, know every likes, dislikes. We know the other's story of life by heart. The other's story is like a part and parcel of our own life.

How we decide what to buy for the other? If i like it, i don't buy it for her, cos she won't like it... and if i don't, then she will! LOL.. :D But we know each others choices more than we know our own. We have a set of similar but not same clothes which we lovvvve to wear together and click pictures. We maintain an album of our crazy moments and get super excited when there's scope for new entries!

The love we have for each other is something which i don't think even real sisters share. The frankness, the honesty, the sincerity, the worship.. it all comes naturally to us. We just know exactly what to tell the other at the right time, the right place. The 'Late night talk' is our most favorite activity. We talk and talk till we drop. Family members waking at night to have a glass of water always know where to find the whispers and giggles! Blabbering on till one of us falls asleep is a tradition. The only question to ask is who falls asleep first!

She's my little guardian angel, who is also my kid sister, my best friend, my confidant, the fashion guru, the counselor. She's an all in one bundle of pure joy and happiness, which God rolled into my life. The best of all, she's my best Secret-Keeper! We share our secrets, and when we do... we know we'll take it to the grave.

In her reality, my dreams play,

Her silly little smile makes my day.

For all my locks, she carries the master-key,
My secrets lie within her, not me.