The Real And The Unreal Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

The Real and the Unreal

Never in my wildest dreams, I yearned for thee.
Came thou to me as gentle as it could be.
Taught me thou to greet even nature's smallest blessings.
Learned I from thee to feel and love all of man's siblings.

Together now we greet the young sun who shines brighter than ever.
Days offer us with plenty of novel things to agree or differ.
Bidding farewell to the glowing moon is our part.
Meet we at nights in dreams which is His tricky art.

In two different social cages we are put in.
Chances of our retreat into ourselves are thin.
Yet we seek to go back to our age of stress and strain.
We breathe the same air and feel the same rain.

Perhaps, we are illusioned by the mirage of love.
In fact, life itself is an illusion that lures us to live.
A tight rope walk between the real and the unreal.
About which we are clueless as we do listen to the reel.