Juxtaposed Reality and Virtuality

The magical dust sprinkled last night,

The stars were under my pillow,

The moon was playing peek- a- boo,

The wishes were flying in the room,

The aura was peaceful and like those in fairy tales…

The air was colorful, water was pink,

Like a Barbie she sat and narrated the story of Snow White

And the snow was all around…

Like a Rapunzel, she plaited here hair, and narrated the wonders of Alice’s world,

And we had, dodo, turtle, duck, rabbit, dormouse and every crawly creature there,

The place was full and stars were dimming down,

When the little red riding hood came running, out from the shackles of the wolf.. The room was like all humane…when there was treachery, fear, and disgust.

Then the three little pigs cheered up the room, the nightingale sang for us all, the magical carpet was dancing on the melodious tunes..

It was a delight to feel the world, away from this world!!

Not a fantasy, not a belief,

Only an imagination of what when Cindrella took away her magic stick and we were back in the world of Jane Austin, Fra Pandolf, Tennyson,  William Blake and yes, John Keats!!

Love

Kiran Sakker Sudha