Awake Poem by C. P. Sharma

Awake



This life is a dream
I am the prisoner
My body is the prison
The sun, the moon,
The stars, the sky
The perilous seas
The summer’s warmth
The winter’s chill
The bloom of spring
And the autumn’s
Dried up leaves
Rustling through the winds
Are the physical extension of
My dream world

In it I groan, I cry,
I am happy and sad
I worship or commit sins
I am devil or God
In dream I wander
When I wake up
For the world
I am dead

But I wake up to eternity
In perfect peace and bliss
In ONENESS of me
Smiling at the
Fake tormenting reality
That was the real dream
Victim of time and space
I was gasping for the Truth

But it is the mind that helped,
Extension of the dream
From body to universe
A stepping stone,
Taking a quantum jump
I know the TRUTH
I am realized
I am the BLSS

Monday, August 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 10 August 2015

Truly, in this earthly world, we are in a dream, and knowing the truth makes us awake in this earthly world. Great write.Loved reading the poem.

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C. P. Sharma

C. P. Sharma

Bissau, Rajasthan
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