A heartfelt poem about the magic of dreams—where the soul wanders free through colors of memory, emotion, and wonder.

“I Dream in Technicolor” celebrates the beauty of night’s inner world, where pain turns to art and darkness gifts its own light.

# I Dream in Technicolor #

When night pulls down its velvet veil,
My weary thoughts begin to sail.
My body sleeps, but deep inside,
My spirit wakes and learns to glide.

I drift through skies of silver flame,
Where nothing ever stays the same.
Each dream I paint, a world anew—
With rose-red hope and aching blue.

A blue that hums of hearts apart,
A red that burns through tender heart.
No walls, no clocks, no weight, no frame,
Just freedom flowing through my dream.

Revisiting memories, child, I play my part,
Both born from one soft, dreaming heart.
I watch the foxes dance, oceans roar,
And stars spill secrets evermore.

And when the morning light appears,
It finds me glowing through the tears—
For every night, I trade the shade,
For colors only dreams have made.

Because each night, I try to send
My shadow out, my fears to mend.
It brings me back a light unseen—
My own aurora, bright and serene.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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