Of Dreams And Reality

I looked up straight into the eyes of the sky

There were twinkling stars there, shining like themselves

I looked at them and wondered if ever I could reach there

The stars have always been my dream destination in life

To touch the sky to feel a part of the divine fraternity

Be it for a moment that comes and goes even before I can even realize

But it has always been my ultimate dream

My dreams have always been clearer than reality could ever be

I can make a mistake in assessing reality but not my dreams

Perhaps because dreams are my own creation

And are sure to remain the way I mould them

And reality of course is like itself to which I am a mere spectator

The distinction between my dreams and reality kept blurring

And then came a moment

When I myself couldn't identify with conviction which was which

I perhaps know, nothing better than the art of dreaming

Simply because it is an easy job easier than accepting reality

From dreams to demand as I move ahead

Further and further away from reality; I see myself going

When I raised my hands to touch the stars and realize my dreams

I realized they were far away, so far

That my hands couldn't even see them

And I remained where I was, where I should be - on earth

And then I realized that when it comes to accepting the consequences

And moving on in life

Dreaming is not quite as easy… perhaps living is.

Little Plants, Big Lessons

Little the plants were, growing in contaminated conditions
The air, the water, the earth, the sky; all unsuitable
But when I looked at them, they were still alive
Alive, with all expressions to suggest they are alive
When I looked at them in the morning with sunrise
They were waving in the gentle breeze,
Whistling with fresh passion and enthusiasm
Just like the early sunrise

To look at it is auspicious and healthy
But when I looked back later in the evening
The shoulders were dropping, the plants looked weary
The scorching heat of the sun had dried its enthusiasm
The sun it waited fir in the morning caused its distress now
The changed fortunes of the little plants
Anchored, my faith too for a while

Little the plants are, unplanted they are, unwanted they are
But still they survive; they still stand firmly rooted there
Where I first saw them

And that's what I learnt from these little plants today
They live with no care, no sympathy, no attention, no affection,
But yet they survive
For the hope of water, the hope of a morrow,
The hope of a reason to live…