THE STREAM........WITH IN

The days were more golden ...................

.........................the rainbow more colorful

And those days were happy and  bright,

with a charm of being in blissful delight.

No big deals nor big dreams were there;

except of getting a new doll and a pair

                      of bright red sandals..........

which I wanted to add to my life's little joy bundle.

No reality I knew of this world to which I was born,

As nothing was in existence....................................

                      except the world other than my own.

It was like roaming in a fairy tale and living in a dream. 

And the time kept passing like a flowing stream.

The stream enjoying its peaceful and bubbly way;

knowing nothing about vast Sea where it is going to lay.

One day a realization came and made me uneasy

...and my bundle of little joys was no more with me.

The joy of being a child .........................................

living in its own world with a great pride.

but this was a passing vision..................

underneath which a hard reality was  hidden.

The stream which felt its way steady and smooth;

At last embraced the Sea of bitter truth.

The truth I felt when I grew a little old.................

that every thing looking golden is not always a Gold.

Now I have seen this life with experiences hard and soft.

And  at last the stream with in me realized that is has

to move , move and move...to meet the Vast Sea ,as it can not stop.

Stream has its  identity because a Sea is there;

And without the existence of this world I stand nowhere.