ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD

ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD

Cotton ,soft and white
Descending
From the sky
Is bright white
Down from the sky
Scared
The hell out of me
Driving
In the desert sun
Mirage deceives me

Cotton wool
Soft
Touched it
was cold
Burns
Cotton
Was
What I saw

When I touched it
Was cold & burns
Was snow

See rain from a distance
Is it coming towards me
Or
Away from me?

As a child
Used to amaze me
Is it my sight
Cheating me

Is seeing believing?
Or do we see
What we believe?

Does our eyes connive
To give a scenario
That distorts and
Inflates our ego

Reality as perceived
Does it reflect actuality?
Or
Is it like rainbow
Pleasing to the eyes
But soon disappears

Or
Like sunrise & sunset
Ephemeral
Pleases our senses
Leaving us hollow
Admiring the glow

All that glitters is not gold
If that is the case
Can we tell whether
we are alive or dead

Don't dream all day
Could be all illusion
For those who can't
Attain it
But
For those who can
Dream appear real
Its effect ephemeral