Dreams

When I open my eyes, 

in the morning Sunrise,

Is this the dream,

or was that yesterday night? 

Confused I was, 

why? I know not.

The sky, the lakes,

the dawn, the break,

look so real, I can feel, I can hear sound. 

But in my dreams at night,

I can see souls moving around.

Sometimes I swim in lakes, in seas. 

Clouds are here, and clouds were there too,

Lush green gardens are here,

but I rolled on green grass in my night dream too. 

In my bed, my dream world looks real, 

the other world never seems real. 

But disappears when I wake up. 

Telling me that was unreal. 

When quakes and storms,

When floods and wars

frightens me when I see that all.

When in bed, sometimes I dream  I am drowning,

And when I wake up,

some experiences are harrowing.

This Universe is infinite,

but life is finite. 

The world is illusory 

A dream it is. 

Yet we have to work,

to achieve our goals.

We must dream. Be it real or unreal.