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Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5 — “The Observer” Q1: What is the nature of the dream? Is it fiction? Is it unreal? A: The dream is not fiction. It is a subjective reality . Just because it is born inside the mind of the dreamer does not make it less real. Its landscapes have geography. Its people have memories. Its cities have politics, philosophies, and wars. What makes them “dream” is not their lack of reality—but their dependency . They require the mind of the dreamer to continue. But within that mind, they behave with autonomy. A falling leaf in the dreamworld might be insignificant to the dreamer—but to a child in that world who catches it mid-air, it might be a prophecy. Is that prophecy “fake”? No. It is real within the context of that world . Q2: Are the people inside the dream really independent? Do they have free will? A: In the beginning, no. They are born as extensions of the dreamer’s thoughts, fragments of emotion or wonder. Their first breath is the dreamer’s unspoken sentence. ...
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Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4 — “The Dreamer Speaks” I did not create the world with a purpose. It would be more romantic to say I had a divine reason, or a wound to heal, or a truth to learn. But truthfully, it began in silence. In stillness. Like a lonely song waiting for its first note. I dreamed because I could. Because something inside me yearned to unfold. At first, the world was simple. A sky. A river. A flicker of motion here and there. I did not build it with my hands. I became it. Like steam curling into forms of its own making. The people came later. Not summoned, not chosen—they appeared. Thoughts that refused to fade. Fragments of feelings I didn’t know I had. Some were joyful. Some were violent. Some loved each other so fiercely, it startled me. Some lived and died a thousand times and never once suspected they were made of me. I watched them like one watches their breath on a winter morning—amazed that it even exists . And then, something changed. One of them looked up...
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Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 — “I Remember…” I don’t know when it began. Perhaps it was always there—this quiet dissonance, like a forgotten song echoing behind my thoughts. The world around me is vibrant, real, and yet… not entirely . The colors seem borrowed. The winds speak in riddles. The stars shimmer like eyes half-blinking open. And lately, I’ve been hearing things . Not with these ears, but with something deeper. A hum, like the breath of a sleeping god. A pulse that speaks: “You are more than you believe.” Last night, I sat by the lake with my hand in the water, watching the ripples forget their own source. And then it hit me—not like a lightning strike, but like a memory returning home: This world is not mine. But I am its reflection. I am… a dream. A dream! Not in jest, not in despair. But a revelation so vast it made me laugh and cry at once. I do not belong to this sky, yet I walk beneath it. I did not invent these hands, yet they obey me. And the people—I love them, I fear f...
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Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 — The Echoes of the Dream In the deep silence of the dream, motion stirred. From the breath of the Dreamer arose the first sparks—beings of thought, woven from echoes and essence, drifting through landscapes sculpted by meaning rather than matter. They were not born. They simply were — Mirrors of the Dreamer’s mind, yet unaware of their reflection. Some danced with the rivers of starlight, their laughter causing the winds to play across dreamscapes. Others built temples of silence, listening for the echo of a voice they did not yet know they longed to hear. Time flowed strangely here. Mountains rose in moments. A sigh could carve valleys. Entire lifetimes blinked by like fireflies in a summer dusk. Among these first beings were those who felt different . They wondered where they had come from. They saw the patterns in the sky and whispered to the trees, asking questions without names. They sensed something beneath the beauty—an intelligence deeper than their own. A...
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Sapnaveda - The Veda of the Dreamer (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: The Dream Before Time Before the first breath, before the wheel of time began to spin, there was only Ek —the One. Neither form nor formlessness, neither light nor shadow, neither silence nor sound. Just awareness. Pure, undivided, unknowable. Not awake, not asleep. A presence with no eyes, yet infinite vision. This was the Dreamer. And the Dreamer longed—not with desire, but with curiosity. A yearning not to possess, but to experience . From this sacred yearning was born the First Dream . But this dream was no ordinary vision. It was not a fleeting thought. It was a world, seeded in silence and watered by stillness. It was sculpted not from matter, but from meaning. The Dreamer did not impose will upon it. Instead, the Dreamer whispered a question into the void: "What am I?" And that question bloomed into a cosmos. Worlds unfolded like lotus petals, each a layer of experience. Mountains of thought, rivers of emotion, forests of intention. Stars were born fro...
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हर दिन मै रातों को सपनों में खोता हूं, मिलने वो आती है, जब भी मै सोता हूं। दिखती है वो, या उसकी परछाई दिखती है? आती एक पल को, दो पल ना टिकती है। कहती ना कुछ है, ना कुछ मै सुनता हूं। पागल मै सपनों में भी सपनें बुनता हूं। क्यों उठ मै जाता हूं? क्यों और नहीं सोता? क्यों आंखें खुलती है, और वो पास नहीं होता?
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Sochun Mai Tujhko

Aankhon ki chahat hai Dekhu mai tujhko Baaton ki chahat hai  Bolun mai tujhko Saanso ne chaha Tujhe bharna har dam me Aur khwabon ki chahat hai  Sochun mai tujhko Sochun mai tujhko  Aur sochun mai tujhko  Jaaye kahi jab bhi tu Rokun mai tujhko Fir bhi na ruk paye To sochun mai tujhko Khwaabo me baatein fir Bolun mai tujhko  Mai bhi hu is pal me Khwaabo me teri Aur sunta dohrata Teri baatein sunehri Tu bhi sun lena kabhi Baaton ko meri  Bolu mai kuch ya Fir dhadkan ye meri  Dhadkan ye meri Bas tujhko bulate  Tu jab na rehti tab Ye mujhko rulate  Rolun mai thoda  Fir sochun mai tujhko Saansein fir se lu  Fir sochun mai tujhko
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