C'est moi et mon monde II

Lay back and dream on a rainy day
Lay back and groove on a rainy day


Ever watched the beauty of heavy rain? It seems wonderful to watch for hours how the train of infinite droplets of water showering on earth...birds getting their kool shower....cats desperate to find shelter...dogs getting drenched...a bliss even for ppl tired of the scortching heat.....a time to take rest....a time to dream.... since the day i started dreaming...it became a part of my world....i miss a meal, i miss my frnds company i miss my regular works but not my dream....fairy grounds, possible school days, relatives, friendly feuds, hopes, feelings, sentiments, emotions.....da only thing left was my fear....the fear to climb the stairs.......
Actually i never found a person goin up da stairs nd coming back widin a moment....nd even if they came back they never looked that much happy....perhaps somethng atrocious, or displeasing thing....made their face seamed with a line of moisture that they needed to wipe out desperately....especially when they went in broad daylight.
Mother said "the things u aspire to see in reality, but something constrains u from doing so...u get it in your dreams...." and it triggered my inspiration nd my imagination. while at a distance heard jimmy playing Lay back and dream on a rainy day .....i let the hustle nd bustle to pass by nd keep my self in a trance.....its dream time.....
May be its a fairy world...or a land of mystery or some zombies wating to grab my tiny body with their hungry hands.....it was really getting tougher for me to dream as i climbed up the stairs. Some eerie voice sounded "come to me!!! come to me!!! " is it my instructor? or my innerse...the picture of the stairs were too much unresolvable nd the first floor was dark....darker enough to frighten me...i took the stairs up further, the stairway to heaven......
the doors were locked with an instruction sheet "awake"
I was dazzed to find my eyes open....why was i not allowed to go further?? what is in store for me?? nd why did it want me to go upstairs?? is it really that much dreadful? or is it da fairyland im waiting for?? da land of vivacity? or the land of da gods that my mom often talks about??
I think i need to explore it myself


(to be continued)