Dreams...

As golden beams of sunrays fall on me,

A glistening face and a shadowy halo,

Evoke false ideas of enlightenment,

Its purported omniscience,

Promises an end to all simple yet troubling questions

But as the rays shake the placidity of my face,

Surrealism vanishes leaving behind no trace,

The constant battle in the mind begins,

And I ask myself, “What is a dream?”

Is it a soap bubble?

That peaks in magnificence before bursting

Or is it a crystal ball?

That inspires, if not conspires the future

Is it an elusive mirage?

Whose chase ends only with the day (read life)

Or is it a lodestar?

That guides a lost traveler

Is it a whirlwind?

That snares expedition ships

Or is it a gust of wind?

That helps a ship come ashore

Is it a trap laid by the mind?

To punish the more lazy body for resting

Or is it a muse conceived by the mind?

To galvanize a tired body

As I scour for answers to these questions,

I dash into a yet another question,

“Why do I dream?”

Desert Rose

19th May, 2013

Mumbai