With us today is poet Pam Handa. Here is a little taste of her poetry and her views on dreams.
Dreams are made of tinsel fairy tales
Told in distant lands o'er hills and dales.
One's subconscious mind they race to embrace,
Yet suddenly they disappear without a trace.
These prisoners on parole are larger than life itself,
No wonder we place them on its top-most shelf.
The compelling power that on us they exert
Makes humanity reality long to forever desert.
In sorrow they make us see life's varied dimensions;
In joy they take us to ride rosy reflections.
They can make us feel springtime in freezing winter
Or carry us to the North Pole in the midst of summer.
These radiant birds blatantly lie to one and all,
Who often in life's journey are about to fall,
And need to clutch on to their flighty wings,
For all the hope their awesome magic brings.
Dreams and Realities
Realities are the opposite things-
To dreams well known for sharper stings.
Between success and failure making one swing,
With sadness unwanted changes they ring.
They're made of strange stuff that drags one down
To earth tearing one's imaginary fancy gown.
The fall from above makes it crystal clear,
It is realities not dreams one has to fear.
Both open the doors to infinite possibilities-
In their own domain expose countless abilities.
They make Heaven and Hell blossom on this earth,
Distributing tears sometimes, but oftentimes mirth.
Both have a daily pass on life's express train,
They are regular travelers sunshine or rain.
Both come and go as and when they please,
For us earthly beings they are a terrible tease.
Where did we meet the first time?
In dreams of course!
Where have we been since then?
In realities for sure!
Where will we be tomorrow?
Who cares be it with joys or sorrow
My name is Pam Handa nee Kochhar. I was born in New Delhi but have spent most of my life in Ghana and the UK. I graduated from the Sacred Heart College Dalhousie, in India. I received my Masters degree from the Punjab University as well as a gold medal for coming first. I started my teaching career in the English Dept of the same university. I married Dr Prem Handa, a Paediatrician, in 1968 and in 1972 we emigrated to Ghana. Today, I am the author of two books recently published by Trafford in the USA.
Of Kismet and Karma, my first novel, is a cross-cultural blend of fact and fiction, based on my personal experiences in India, Ghana and the UK. My anthology of poems is entitled Wings of the Heart. Both books are available on Amazon.com, as E-books and in all Barnes and Nobles shops. The EBOOKS are really cheap. Get hold of them and spend time on going back to all that stirs the very soul!