Waking up to Sleep.

                               

Do you see light, or do you see through the light? Or is light only a shadow a shade brighter?

              

                                                         -Wrote this nearly a year back                                     

Was in the midst of a dream

Throttling away worries and troubles,

Garnering strength to put an end to it all.

But then burst the bubble.

My knowing eyes opened to a new day, of my old travails and struggles.

I wondered, ‘What if dreams are the reality of one’s life?’

Only, we get to have a glance at it for such less time. . .

Then, must I stop striving in the rat race of the corporeal world,

Chase my dreams all day long in the hope it brings me to a moment of epiphany in time?

The moon eludes in the day, the sun elopes at night.

(Quite literally then, we see the world in a different light.)

So truths could be semblances, and who establishes, and alters those?

A new idea may sound bizarre at first,  [but then it is meant to sound so]

When manifest into reality, the image in the mind takes concrete shape.

Maybe the ‘reality’ is a dream, something we’ve grown accustomed to.

And our dreams, the reality, the possibilities we actually possess.

So when you’re lost in the realm of mere thoughts,

Maybe you are edging near the actuality of your existence.

Like Thoughts may not be tangible, but they give shape to tangibility itself.

In today’s time, the notion of reality’s a blur,

With the arrival of the virtual world.

When dreaming, one cannot know that it’s a dream until waking up. 

What if life itself is one such long dream?

During daydreaming, one is oblivious to his surroundings.

As though it may’ve melted away and molded itself into what you’re thinking.

So do we actually exist mentally or physically?

One cannot even say for sure that we actually ‘exist’,

Can you say for certain that you’re not dreaming about reading these lines?