They say:
Dreams define our existence.
We exist when we dream-
A possibility -
That we stay in touch with our past
Live in present and dream
Of the future.
But whenever I dreamed of the future: I saw myself empty
Like an abyss.
I only saw wars and cries. My dreams –
Resembled nightmares.
Hence -
I re-invented my dreams
Like a carpenter
Who polish the old tools to make it look new and precious.
So the dreams I re-invent, I re-invented myself too.
I Chased butterflies
Touched the clouds
Walked on the rivers
Kissed the rain drops
And separated
Colors
Of the Rainbow.
But then-
When I glanced back
The land I saw in my dreams wasn’t my land
And the faces I saw weren’t my people- they were alien to me.
Thus:
I ceased the possibility of re- inventing my dreams
And happily lived with the old ones
The dreams
I inherited from my forefathers-
The nightmares
They inherited from history.
Farid Gul, London, May 6, 2011
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