"Bombay Dreaming"

Today I dream of Bombay as if I have been there. I dream of a freedom that allows my mind to wonder within the beauty that lines the streets, the sweet foods that are flavorful in my mouth or the beautifully exotic people who live each day in Bombay.

I dream of more because it seems as if America has less. I once dreamed of many successes in industry with my creativity but doors seem to close as others slowly opened. I dream of Bombay because, isn't a dream really worth it?

America, the country with the streets lined in gold is now a country of outsourcing, a country of disclosed bigotry and a country of passive beings. I never would have thought that while I was dreaming of Bombay, the world I so so naively loved has a reality much harsher than I wanted to accept.

I was a hopeless romantic falling in love with every dream, allowing my walls to come down, only to allow myself to be naively hurt. I have traveled to the world of make believe only to find out that what I really want will become an uphill battle.

Even though America isn't the man I once dreamed he would be, I keep my blinders on and escape to the heaven in my head, Bombay, still hoping that one day I will see my dreams for real.

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