INDEX

Butterflies

Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

 

 

The Reality Check

I did not want to open my window
And let the reality sneak in
I did not want to wake up from my sleep
And see for myself
What I am up to.
I like to be a leaf on the stream
Undefined
One of the millions
On a designated path
Of supposed to do
Should do and should not do

It is so easy to just follow
And get busy
And do things as others do
To make a living
To be a social creature
Grow, suffer and then die
With no time to look back
And wonder
What did I do and why?

I wonder what the reality is after all
Mine is not same as yours
Or of the next guy around the corner
Even my own reality,
Is not what it used to be
Then
Is it nothing but a line on water?
((*.*))
December 14, 2003