Sometimes I wish my life was less real. Hope you like the post. :)
Gliding over the silvery clouds above,
The world at once seems low.
The wings of fancy impelling the soul,
The dawn of Reality is still a distant glow.
Amorous winds of worldly diversions,
Keep fluttering by in spells.
But solemnly resigned to reach the stars,
Let them weave their deceitful telltales.
For I know now, rather too much,
How devious their alluring paths lead.
For I know now, rather too well,
Fruits do not reap even their fertile seeds.
My wings propel the mystic flight,
The dim twilight makes the benign stars glow.
Euphoria creeping into each vein,
I see shafts of colour out of my being flow.
Alas, in a breath the glaring lights emerge!
Blinding my eyes with radiant sheen;
My airy path, a moment ago panoptic and inviting,
All o’ sudden appears treacherous and lean.
Slowly immersing the skies around,
Dawns the naked, stark truth.
I awaken to the world of saline drudgery,
My soul for the observing world becomes an object of ruth.
The clouds clear up, the truth beckons,
Down I see myself fall.
The harmony playing stops as if by a blatant strike,
Hark you, Reality calls!
