I Was Only Dreaming. . .

Was in the midst of a dream

 Throttling away my worries and troubles,

 Garnering  strength to put an end to it all.

 But then burst the bubble.

And my 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 should I stop striving in the rat race of the corporeal  world?

And chase my dreams all day long in the hope someday it brings me to a moment of epiphany?

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/alters those ?

We dream of situations which couldn’t really be for real.

Or so we think.

A new idea may sound bizarre or incredible at first,

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

 Maybe the ‘reality’ is a dream, something we’ve just grown too 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 tangible stuff.

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/her surroundings.

As though it may’ve melted away and moulded 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 this poem?