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Life is a 'Bubble of Dream'

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 opened' eyes?

Life is just a bubble of dream...

Come let’s... 
Live it
Love it
And
Consume it

Before...

It dissipates us.


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©2019 Alka Tiwari
All rights reserved


Hope you liked this shift from articles to my poem, just for a change!!!
Do drop in your thoughts in the comment box below.

Thanks.

Comments

  1. Anju25 May 2019 at 03:36

    True...life is just a bubble of dream...

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  2. sharmashili25 May 2019 at 08:22

    Philosophy of life
    It reminds me of
    आनेवाला पल जानेवाला है
    हो सके तो इसमे जिन्दगी बिता लो
    पल जो ये जानेवाला है ��

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    1. Alka Tiwari25 May 2019 at 09:16

      Wow! Awesome reply. It shows the depth of your own thoughts. Thank you sharmashili.

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  3. Unknown25 May 2019 at 21:24

    So true....life is meant to live.

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    1. Alka Tiwari26 May 2019 at 07:50

      Exactly...Living is the seed of Life...you can't have Life without living. Thanks!

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  4. Preeti25 May 2019 at 22:02

    I think it gives you the key to happiness that in this transitory world, do not let go of the little happinesses that life offers

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    1. Alka Tiwari26 May 2019 at 07:53

      I agree with you Preeti. When everything is transitory why waste life in thinking about the sorrows. They are a part of your Life package. You can't avoid them. So outlive them with joy in your heart to savor every moment that you still have to live before this bubble bursts. Thank you for stopping by.

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  5. Preeti25 May 2019 at 22:02

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  6. Preeti Shenoy28 May 2019 at 06:24

    Nice :)

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  7. Anadi9 June 2019 at 09:52

    Very nice message in the poem enjoy life every moment as they come to you.

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