Today I bring for you all a poem of mine which is one of those that were recently included in an anthology called "Colours of Life" published by UBI (United by Ink). We all see our own dreams when we sleep...what if, what is all real to us, is a dream of someone else? Reality vs Dream Sitting on a windowsill I looked out with my eyes tucked inside my drooping lids Shutting me out of the nugatory business of my aimless view My unrestrained mind seizing my earthly eyes I now think - What if... our stark reality is a perennial dream of some all-pervading soul? What if... we are copious microcosms of a single macrocosm? What if... our élan vital is just a projected animation of some Mahayogi? What if... that cosmic soul rises from Her elongate slumber And sucks Her fanciful vision back to Herself? What if... our essence vanishes in thin air As Her dream escapes from Her 'now open...