Musings by the Shore

I fell asleep while reading a book This world of dream is so beautiful How can something be formless yet forms your deepest desires in front of your eyes Who has named this thing as 'dream'? I think about this as I drive alone on that beautiful road I am familiar with every stone lying on that path It's the way I return home everyday When I pass through that road I never feel alone I share my thoughts with every particle of dust on that road Every bird of that street, every tree standing tall, are my dearest friends We ponder about all the mysteries together Sometimes I give a high five to those leaves when we make fun of the road's shape Yeah just some weird people stuff! That day while driving back to home I was lost in thoughts as usual But in the midst of normalcy I found something utmost unusual Something very unusual about the road Breaking the bubble of an endless chatter of mind I drove faster Have I always been this ignorant that I'd never noticed that the...