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

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