Dawn

There was dawn, full of possibilities. It was beautiful and pure.Little did one know that in a few hours its going to get hot, dusty, noisy, many term it as reality. How quickly things change, how quickly we loose something so good. How teh world conspires!.

The optimist continues to romanticise the possibilities, hoping, dreaming. Then he is rudely brought back to his senses, its painful but real. Initially its difficult to come to terms with it. Then retrospection, loathing, anger. You try to make sense but there was no sense at all.It was just your imagination that painted the dawn, now that you are awakened, it begins to fade.

He runs after it, desperate to cling on to it, desperate to make it real. He stumbles and falls, cries, looks towards teh heavens, all alone. For a while the world doesnt make sense, but life has to go on.

Has he lost his innocence, he wont, never, he doesn't want to. Will he dream again ? of course. He hasnt lost faith in himself. Life is what you make out of it, some other day some other dawn.

He turns back, just in case, and wonders,how beautiful it could have been!