Dreams: An ageless, timeless, formless toy

Dreams are God's idea of a toy,
An ageless,
timeless,
formless toy.

Be a day or night,
Eyes open or closed,
Dreams find their way.

Designed exclusively for the likes of a human,
The only toy meant for all;
the old, the young,
the strong, the meek.

For some it's a soothing ointment,
For others a permanent scar.

While some dream after falling,
Others fall upon dreaming.

For some it gives the energy to rise,
From others it takes away the will to strive.

It may act as our automatic healer,
But is also our own pain inflicting machine.

Happen what may it’s a toy all humans cling on to,
Play with it even if they don’t want to.

Through this toy we heal ourself, we hurt ourself,
Its functions depend entirely on us.

Its excellence is to our credit,
Its malfunctioning more so.

It comes with no guarantee,
It comes with no insurance,
Yet we use it more than sparingly,
Not knowing where it will lead us.

Oh, look at the this cunning creation by God,
This double edged sword in disguise,
It will remain as long as humans exist,
This ageless, timeless, formless toy.

Metaphorical depiction of one's life

…..Like a book
That is scarcely looked at,

If by chance looked at
Then briefly skimmed over,

Categorized,
Shelved,
Occasionally read,

But never understood..…

A daughter - A teenager

Born is a girl into the supposed world of luxuries,
Opens her eyes and finds herself wound in perplexity.

Years pass by as she sees bits of the whole world,
Amazed by the differences each culture held.

Her age is tender, her footsteps start to sway,
That is when her destiny comes into play.

It’s time for her to return to her origins,
Purify and mold herself into her true religion.

What she learns in these few years she shall never forget,
Her character takes form, her values firmly set.

She chooses a path as a devotion to her family, a path of pure selflessness,
Never realizing that it will bring with it a tinge of helplessness.

The start is easy but she is walking on a steep slope,
She tumbles many times but she never seems to loose hope.

Her spiritual mind acts as her sole pillar of strength,
Allowing her to go to any length.

In the midst of adolescent years, she is her proud parent’s daughter without any doubt,
But the teenage girl buried inside her is starting to look for a way out.

Her soul is committed to continuing the daughter’s self-sacrificing act,
She has come too far in life to leave the path and break the pact.

But her heart is still young, wanting to take full bloom,
The teenager confined inside is just asking for some room.

Divided stands she now between the role of a teenager and a daughter,
Together they cannot exist but either one cannot be slaughtered.

She thinks she has now become the combination of two levels,
One side of her is the angel and the other side the devil.

But maybe this is just a passing stage in her life,
And one day, once again her angelic side will become rife.

Perhaps this is the stage of temporary equilibrium,
A sample of the ying and the yang, the truly inimitable.