Something that I wrote in a strange state of mind, it lead to an interesting opinion on reality.

A short poem.

Facing the truth.

My interpretation and vision by verse of this Mortal sphere of Time in Existence.

Can This be for Real?

Poetry as expressive therapy.

A short poem about what romance means in the real world.

I still remember, almost four decades back, couples with each six to seven children. Then, human was considered wealth. My mom always said, you won’t be asked how much money you have, but how many children you are blessed with. I guess it was true then, but today, all people look up to is wealth and ask, what’s your net worth?

This is a motivational poem for everyone.

Through the night my dreams awake
Leaving me with a smile on my face
A brave new world I visit there
Such a bright and wondrous place
Many times, I have rainbow-istic visions
lights of atmosphere’s shine bright
Showing auras surrounding many souls
In my dream of unknown
Many realms I do travel my heart, my soul, begins to unravel
With words I have to begin to unscrabble
The meaning of my dreams when I am awake
Perhaps a distant love, I did forsake
Thats why I am forever dreaming to compensate
Each night I pass from one world to the next
In tune with sleepless passages of time
My mind full of truly exquisite experiences
As Angels pass me by, saying hello, welcome
Please stay awhile and ponder
In slumber I am in perfect peace
An inner sactuary surrounds my very soul
When I awake perchance to have been
To a land to many as yet unseen.