Blooming Words

A world within a world Both are virtually real In between them is only a high wall Sometimes blue, sometimes white Though it is straight yet it has a beautiful curve From far, it is truly transparent Closer, it gets opaque So, to see through one is needed some holes Round for some triangular for few What is seen in the morning? Is there any difference in the afternoon? They are all the same all the time The naked and ugly dance But where are the monkeys or squirrels? Neither are seen the shadows Is there any mistake? Or an illusion has crept in? I shake my leg instead of my head Immediately felt I am all right They are nothing but my obstacles Pot holes in the way I tread I keep looking but hear a sound Sweeping, hissing or something like silent blowing But I do not see any leaf to move So, I am sure that this is not the sound of a wind I twitch my ear and get all the attention of my mind Soon I realise I am in conversation with my weakness Courageous I become seeing upon hope On the golden wings of rays Crystal clear I see now my goal in the waves of an echo Beckoning me to the place where I need to reach Points to score, height to touch Delighted I feel and a sensation I get Yet I fear The river of resistance may come into my way I jump and hear a voice The voice of my will And that tells me to make all efforts to take my first step Light, camera and action for films But here is only few blooming words And I get the flower of my success.