The Dichotomy of Dream And Reality

 

The Dichotomy of Dream And Reality

In my dreams, I spare no time in nostalgia

Nor do I worry about my future

For my dreams become a rear mirror 

They reflect my unattainable desire.

Don’t mistake my desire for petty lustful anguish

I dream exponentially, and I live them to settle my score with reality,

Don’t even frame me as a naive little punk

For I’m as real as a day and night, counting each moment downright. 

I invite reality every day

But I fail to entertain it to the fullest,

I wither, I shiver, I cry out

And I end up with feeble seeds to harvest. 

The more days splash me over like mountainous waves

I soak and shudder to gulp the fear, 

I weep and croak inside the salty rag

And I act rigid to the ones I hold dear. 

I wonder every moment what more to offer

To the world, to the loved ones, or to my existence,

Even if I crack, I bend, or I suffer

I know I’ll always fall short to meet ends with persistence. 

— Mohammad Anique, Poetry Leaves.