The Dream

Once upon a moonlit night,
I walked beyond the hillside.
And, came upon a place of light
Where everything shone so bright.

A golden car whizzed past me
With the rider grinning gleefully.
Everyone was dressed beautifully
With smiles as perfect as can be.

Cafes were bustling with activity
As everyone sipped the best coffee.
Wearing diamond and gold jewelry,
They ate out of shiny silver cutlery.

All of a sudden, it started to pour,
And they sat with umbrellas unfurled
Upside down on the marble floor
To catch all that fell from Heaven’s door.

Those who wanted money, got it!
Those who wanted fancy things, got it!
Those who wanted success, got it!
Those who wanted love, got it!

O! it was beautiful beyond compare!
A place with happiness everywhere!
It was then that my eyes fell on her.
I thought I’d seen her somewhere!

Why?! That girl looked just like me!
Perfectly successful and very happy!
In that instant, I recalled my dream
That I had long abandoned, regretfully.

So, this was the place where they went!
Unfulfilled dreams that were unattended!
Dreams that could never be manifested!
Dreams that were somehow neglected!

As dawn broke through from the east,
That place vanished with the breeze.
I turned to leave, sighing wistfully,
Reminiscing the promise I couldn’t keep.

The Whispering Woods

The woods of my dreams are dark and deep.
And, ever so often, they whisper to me.
A magical breeze blows through the trees,
And as it swishes, it beckons me softly.

The evening sun casts a glow on the olive leaves
As fireflies message each other in a code binary.
The path strewn with dry twigs crackles under my feet,
And the cool air, with the scent of flowers, is heavy.

The woods, to my heart and soul, gift peace.
They take me to a place more real than reality
Where life springs forth from every nook and cranny,
Where hope sings songs untethered and free.

In those deep and dark woods, it’s myself that I seek,
And in the stillness, I can see my true self revealed.
When Life throws me to the ground in a mangled heap,
These whispering woods give me the strength to heal.

The Art of Letting Go

The ones who read will say
That the ocean covers 71% of the Earth’s surface,
And the rest is land.

The ones who see will say
That the ocean is the final destination
For rivers that flow from the mountains and plains.

But the ones who know will say
That the ocean has mastered the art of letting go
With every wave that rushes towards the shore.

Yes, it lets go of grains of sand
And those, in turn, build the coast.
Yes, it lets go of precious shells, pearls, and many more.

And, it’s worth giving a thought
To what would have been if this were not.
What if the ocean held everything inside itself?

The answer, my friends, is very simple.
For, if the ocean hoarded it all,
It would cease to exist and completely lose its form.

So there it is, now you also know –
Letting go is not a recipe for loss,
But a path for life and growth.