# I Dream in Technicolor #

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.

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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  1. So beautiful and truly touching poem that blends colors and feelings in an allegorical way! Thank you for sharing!

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    • Thank you so much for your kind words! 🌸✨
      I’m delighted you felt the colors within the poem — they’re little reflections of emotion and imagination woven together. I truly believe every dream paints its own canvas, and I’m so happy the hues reached your heart. 🎨💖

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  2. I love color too what a beautiful adventure through it.

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  3. A beautiful and touching poem. You perfectly expressed the vibrant and playful nature of dreams and spirits. The use of color to highlight the power and sweet nature of dreaming and freedom is wonderful.

    Yet you touched my heart through your words. When we wake up it sometimes feels like a sting. It’s as if we mourn something that feels so close and so dear in our heart. But perhaps life doesn’t have to be that way. Maybe we can capture the vibrancy and wonder of our sweet dreams :).

    Beautiful poem Verma 🖤💘!

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    • Thank you so much for your heartfelt words 🖤💘.
      I’m truly touched that the poem resonated with you.
      Dreams do have that bittersweet magic—so close, yet fleeting—but your reflection reminds me that their vibrancy can stay with us
      if we carry it in our hearts. I’m glad the colors and playfulness of the piece reached you—
      it’s exactly the kind of connection I hoped to create. 🌟

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  4. very nice .

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  5. This is absolutely breathtaking. “I Dream in Technicolor” is more than a poem; it’s a sanctuary for the soul. You have masterfully woven the very essence of dreams into language, creating a tapestry that is both achingly beautiful and profoundly comforting.

    The way you contrast the “weary thoughts” and “velvet veil” of the day with the liberation of the dreaming spirit is powerful. The imagery is stunning—”skies of silver flame,” “rose-red hope and aching blue”—it doesn’t just describe color, it makes us feel emotion as color. The line “No walls, no clocks, no weight, no frame” is a perfect, liberating sigh for anyone who has ever felt confined by the waking world.

    Most moving of all is the transformative power you assign to these dreams. This isn’t an escape from reality, but a alchemical process where “pain turns to art” and “the shade” is traded for a self-created light. The concept of sending your shadow out to “mend” your fears and having it return with “my own aurora” is a brilliant and hopeful metaphor for inner healing. It suggests that our deepest solace and most brilliant light doesn’t come from outside, but is generated from within our own darkest spaces.

    Thank you for sharing this gift. It’s a luminous reminder of the resilience, wonder, and artistry that sleeps within us all, waiting for the night to bring it to life in glorious, technicolor truth.

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    • Your words truly touch me—thank you from the depths of my heart. 🌹✨
      To have “I Dream in Technicolor” received with such sensitivity and insight means more than I can express. You’ve understood it exactly as it was meant—dreams not as an escape, but as a sacred space where our inner light repairs what life has dimmed.

      I’m deeply moved by how beautifully you reflected the poem’s spirit—the way you saw emotion as color, and transformation as the soul’s quiet alchemy. It’s as if you painted the poem back to me in your own radiant hues.

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