Reality Poem by Cupid Missed

Dreams are made of this,
and simple becomes extraordinary.
Changing clouds into sunshine with a swish,
my beautiful incongruity.
At times we get the chance to feel the imaginary,
rubbing lamps and genies appear,
a magic carpet to allay your fear.
Or grasping the excalibur to make you legendary.
For what we should never forget-we live
for what we should not become-we strive
for dreams and reminisces-we are inspired,
for hope, love, hate and lust-we are human.
Every time i reach out to touch them, i miss,
but i know that life is made of this.


for my friend chanda.