Dreams

Consider those dreams,
Fading into realities realms,
Woken up to a harsh truth,
Razed by some skeptics deem!

Consider the blue skies,
Painted far and wide,
Or the Lilies growing wild,
By some mountain side!

Consider the stars strung,
Across the velvety night,
Or the glimmering lake,
Shown in the moonlight!

Consider the mountains,
Carpeted by even trees,
Or the boughs swaying,
To some gentle breeze!

Consider those wisps of cloud,
Curled at their end,
Or the beautiful rainbow,
In the firmament, as they bend.

Consider these splendid facts,
Now cast in living view,
Never is a dream given,
If you can’t make it true!

The Revival

It’ was a still dark night, 

Not a leaf trembled, 

Not a soul moved, 

Ghostly silhouettes, 

Of large trees loomed, 

Imaginations at a distance, 

Melted into darkness, 

The moon shrouded, 

By sinister clouds, 

It seemed all hope was lost, 

Until, abruptly! 

The moon light broke through, 

Emerging victorious, 

Spilling its radiant warmth,

A strange exuberance, 

Pervaded nature, 

And bore testimony, 

Of a resilient life!

 - Ajay Dass