The Deception

 We wake up from our dreams in night and that moment is remembered. We wake up and get down from our beds laid in cellular rooms with no light to see and no space to move. We are never hungry for some reason and all we could sense is the sounds outside. People talking, fighting , loving, waging wars , backbiting and blessing. We somehow find a walk out of the beds to the doors only to open it to find a busy corridor, filled with filth and people of our kind. We look back to see our rooms and then back to corridor. For some reason or instinct , we find the rooms are noisy though empty and the corridor silent though filled with everything. We walk out of our rooms into the corridor , naked and innocent, happy and curious. People busy till then, began to greet us and make friends. Some give food. Some give clothes. Some give money. Some give knowledge. And we join the corridor , getting busy and dirty. Slowly we are lost in the crowd, handful of money and lust. We begin to grow old, old enough to grow mad. Running in the corridor after nothing, for years and years. We form groups, we make enemies, we wage wars , we preach peace, we master someone else and we live as slave to others, we do everything and fall into some kind of natural sleep though awake all the time. We pinch at times to find if its still the dream we woke up from. And one moment we sit down aside, weak and alone, poor and old, by the way getting stamped by the same people. We are no longer a friend or enemy to them. Its then we get reminded of the cellular room. We stand up with blood gathering all the sugars and run with madness in search of the room. We want to get back and resume the dream. We want that noise and emptiness to fill us. And we will find it. A kind of peace hovers over our heads as we walk inside and feel the bed and pillows. We gently rest ourselves on it and begin to hear a lullaby covering our smiling faces. And the dream resumes.

-Aroon Che