When we say,
“I have a dream,”
what we often mean is not a dream,
but a scene in our life
yet to be lived!
A scene from the future,
visible with our eyes closed in darkness,
yet filled with light,
colour, emotion,
and life.
A scene so real and vivid
that silence itself begins to speak.
No special effects.
No music around.
Yet the heart hears
a thousand emotions
arriving.
A scene so kind and true,
with people near and dear,
yet distant in time.
Lively and surreal
that life feels paused
inside possibility.
A scene so real and vivid,
with objects lying untouched.
Involved and immersive
that even the unseen
feels touched.
A scene so real and vivid,
with delicacies spread across a table.
Inviting and tasteful
that the tongue longs
to taste the moment.
A scene so real and vivid,
with fragrance floating through the air.
Intimate and comforting
that memory begins to smell
what reality has not yet known.
A scene we describe in words
with the lived experience
of a life
meant to be lived.
Perhaps,
what we call a dream
is simply
a future memory.
— Keats Baladasan
17 May 2026
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The trigger for this poem is a realization after reading a scientific journal. The philosophical scientist in that journal explains that dreams are biological miracle that in-fact keeps us alive while we are in deep sleep, for hours! Also, the only sense that we feel in a dream is sight. the remaining four senses, namely, sound, touch, smell and feel helps us weave a story from our lived experiences! Fascinating, isn't it?
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