The Dream

It came from a beloved book; the dream Long lost, or so I thought, which told: Go to your Turkey and meet the Rumi in your dreams; to complete his story; if I were the story teller,destined, for love comes from the strangest of places. I hoped to make the dream come true. 'The Poet'* told me: Find the deserts that hide within the city; like the grief hidden beneath a happy face. He wrote me a poem,with all blessings. How I hold those poems dear! But was it a feeling that came and left on its own? For I no more find Turkey wherever I look. And I am hopeless to go there; and die before my Death. May be Turkey is somewhere near I just need time to find where. "Even if I were the Shams, where is the Rumi to see the beauty!" Where the Boundaries disappear; Timelessness creep in; Names forgotten ; and nothing but Love remains. Upon there is my journey and there lies my destination. Please don't stop the beautiful dreams. I am thirsty for more! * The poem was inspired from the reading of the book 'Forty Rules of Love' written by Elif Shafak ,based on the beautiful story of the Sufi poet Rumi and his beloved soulmate Shams of Thabriz. Suddenly I was too much into the words of Rumi, to know him more and more. In a literary event, a poet wrote a short poem for me after we talked about dreams of visiting Turkey , Rumi and dervishes. The process was called busking. Forever grateful for that poem 'Dreams of Desert'.