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Our Dreams?

Oct 7, 2015
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Updated: 5 days ago

When did we forget our dreams?

When did we give up hope of becoming spies and adventure seekers, of becoming bike racers and storm chasers?

When did we grow up?

When did life become a ladder to climb rather than a forest to explore?

When did reality sneak up on us?

Bare and budding tree branches frame a cloudy blue sky with a faint contrail.
Cover Photo by Vaidurya Pratap Sahi

When did the discoverers and treasure hunters become desk jobs and test results?

When did happiness make way for success?

When did “they” get to decide the parameters of “our” success?

When did the snow become sludge?

When did hashtags take control of the heart and the hearth?

When did work stop being fun?

When did the blue of the sky become the indigo of ink?

When did we lose hope?

When did technicolour dreams become black and white?

When did the virtual become real?

When did cynicism become our common language?

When did humans become robots?

When did “it’s complicated!” become a way of life?

When did children become a nuisance?

When did we get too busy for our parents?

When did we lose ourselves?

When will we get back?

Credits

This poem was written by Manognya Bethapudi, & photographed by Vaidurya Pratap Sahi.


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Edlyn D'souza
Edlyn D'souza
Jan 21
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Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The words and image both evoke visualisations and fit together very well.

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