When i close my eyes,
the bright light goes off,
and in comes the inner self,
Often tickling me with its
projections.
Projections, they are,
Spoken by my true self
Waiting with earnest hope
To materialize in the living shelf.
Reveries is the name
Which we gave them
Coloring souls out there
In the ether everywhere.
We live a life
Being a mere puppet,
Puppeteer exists or not,
Time never told us.
But we can dream a life
Being the puppeteer ourselves
and bring out the play
Which we always longed to see.
But dreams,they are
And life,this is
One me and the other
My inner self.
- Shashank Dambal(12th July,2011)
To all the daydreamers.
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