Monday, April 24, 2006

A dream dies when one wakes up to the realization that what he breathes now is real and what he saw then is but an uncapturable moment that he experienced not in consiousness but in the lack of it. What on the other hand is reality? is it not too an uncapturable moment experienced? Does Having lived the moment in private away from anyone who can bear witness to it make a dream unreal? A moment in what one might venture to call reality is witnessed only by beings in that world, and as such these beings cannot be summoned into your dreams to testify for what is actually real. So too the beings in the dreams cannot be summoned to bear testimony to your actions in the world that they live in and to promise before a crowd, that wherefrom he came is the reality and the one he speaks in is but a dream. Being this the case one is left an undecipherable ambiguity where reality and dream co exist and one cannot be denied without denying the other, and one cannot be taken more seriously while refering to the other as just an unwanted fleet of images and emotions generated by a resting mind to keep its sanity from passing and to protect its abilities from rusting. The fact that every day in what we percieve as reality picks up from where one left it the previous time may add credence to the calling of this existance as realty. On the other hand the existance wherein randomness is predominont is considered a dream. In this argument one fails to note that in both cases there does exist randomness but only in a different degree. Should we then depend on the degree of randomness of a particular existance distinguish between reality and dream? For that being the case one well knows that randomness becomes more and more over powering as one travels more and more into the realms of the smaller and smaller. Quite surely then one should arrive at the conclusion that a collection of dreams maketh reality and that reality can be broken down to dreams.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006


When it stopped raining
The earth still smelt of it
True friendship, continues living
Long after the friends have split
What joy do souls crave for
if not for a day like this
when all the scatered leaves from afar
come to experience this bliss
Make me a pot of coffee
let me chat with them all
soon they will take wing and flee
far from cry or call
oh come now fate give it way
let me write a page
For a memorable moment to stay
For maybe an everlasting age.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

In Silence

Heart sings but listens not a soul
a pearl does shine but knoweth not its role
reasonless lonliness
i walk but in silence

A thousand dreams, and they remain
lips a prayer slips at times
dreams burn on pyre of patience
I wlak but in silence

Lost have i with nothing to do
Dust laden paths dust me too
sorrow all around i search a fence
I walk but in silence

Thursday, April 06, 2006


To a stranger in the dark i tell all my wishes
of the smiles, the hugs and the kisses
All that i dream i reveal,
to a stranger who doesnt feel

Cause unknown, reaction noted, proposal made, heart booted
it drags on and on, stuck in the heel
beating against the shoe
of a stranger who doesnt feel

Miles ahead the sun sets, miles behind a moon shines
Miles above a rainbow glows, miles below it my heart whines
a chuckle here, a smile there, is all i beg in the deal
in return i give my soul to a stranger who doesnt feel

I spoke to her about the pain
about all that misery that struck like a cain
I spoke to her of my heart and soul's theft
with no knowledge, that the stranger in the dark had left.