The mortal world is a dream,
Dallying between the touches
Of our desires.
Pull yourself away from
What passed away
It was a dream!
A faded cloud,
With no purpose to think about.

The future, too, is a part
Of the mortal world,
Dallying between the touches
Of our desires
With no purpose, other than:
Meaning to be a dream,
Dallying between the touches
Of our desires!

6th December 2012

Geeta Chhabra