Am a dreamer

I am a princess living on a solitary island in the sea, in a cast away castle. Everyday, I go to the shore, to collect clams, in the hope of finding a pearl.The people of my kingdom love me, i made it, with blood, sweat and tears. The residents of my kingdom also include some sqirrels that live on the tree, by my bedroom, a cat that makes its trip religiously to my backyard, for the milk that i keep in the pan, some love birds perched on the tree tops in my garden, a family of dogs that lives down the barn.And ofcourse there's a prince who comes riding down a white horse in the evening, and we spend the night star gazing and talking to the moon
trrrn trrrn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh that was a dream. Am certainly not a princess.Am an ordinary girl, with the dream of, if not making it big, but atleast finding her own moorings, one day. And my people, i left behind. I have to make a new home now.It was time, you know; to move on. I dont live a castle too. Yes i live in an 800sq ft apt, solitary, in a beautiful complex. amidst nature.
The visitors to my solitude include the newspaper boy, i suppose(i never saw him), who drops in the newspaper, by my doorside, morning after morning. Then there are so many people i see through my living room window and balcony, going by.
And yes, everyday, i visit the deep recesses of my mind, in the hope of that one idea, tht wud change my day.
Oh yes, my price charming, slogs it out, all day long, in front a computer and rides back home by public transport and then our pearl white accord.And he is quite pissed off by then, to go star gazing. Anyway, we live in a city, where you dont see stars and the moon is always playing hide and seek with the clouds.
But wait, what's stopping me from believing, that am not a princess....
No am not supposed to be living in an imaginary world. REALITY CHECK. thats what am supposed to keep on doing time after time, lest i should forget who i am
But what would the world be without dreamers. There would be no story tellers, no poets, no movies and no bloggers!!!!!
If I couldn't imagine, i wont have dreams.What would i be if i didnt have a dream? I would be listless. without purpose. Behind every thing wanted, living and non-living, there was dream. Every child, bought into the world, by the dream of his parent, for a family. Every building raised, by dream of a house or a work station, where dreams find translation. Every machine developed ,by the dream of making life easier. Space conquered, by the dream of knowing all that is there in the universe.
I dare to dream too. and the dream is waiting to be translated into reality.