By Pramod Rastogi
IF MY LIFE WERE ONLY A DREAM How much would I feel unburdened If my life were only a napping dream? I would simply be a handful of water That springs from the melting glaciers And flows down to embrace the ocean. But life as real as the sun and the moon Is more like a candle flame That a man carries within him Always. Storms and typhoons rage. If the flame blows away, life goes away. The plot of life is as simple as it is tender. Smiling joy and deepest despair are so visible When we view life as a sheet of glass; Yet, life is also as brittle. It could fall and shatter. The Creator has made man a part of His dream, And the dream on His part to accompany him. Dreams are neither on sale, nor on barter. They must be built, nurtured, and lived. Dreams are of infinite shades, vivid and coloured, And can silently fall asleep but never die. Is dream an illusion, delusion, or reality? It is all that and more, tethered in its veiled silence.
Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.
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