Through the glass facade

Looking through the glass facade;
She can see the world,
But not feel it.
She misses the touch,
But then, is shielded.

Pitter patter rain drops,
Feel so dry;
All she shares is,
Their charming cry.

Shining sun rays,
Feel so calm;
All she shares is,
Their light, not warmth.

Cool, windy breeze,
Feels so arrested;
All she shares is,
The sight of those who grasp it.

Makes her wonder,
Does she have a choice,
Not to surrender -
To step out and feel the world,
To celebrate and heal the world;
And yet, come back,
Into the safe haven;
When she's had enough,
Of all of them.

Who has the key to the,
Door of this glass cabin;
Or, there is no door at all;
Either in, or out,
The choice is made once, and for all.

While I am writing this,
And while you might be reading;
She remains busy,
Chiseling the glass,
Crafting the door,
To her distant dreams.

'Ifs' and 'Buts'

Its always there,
No matter you land where;
The 'ifs' and 'buts',
Make you wonder, and stare.

It stirs you with its glow,
Like  a flame of light,
You know you cannot hold;
For that light,
Would no longer be bright,
If you capture it with your might.

It surprises you with its calm,
Like a serene ocean,
Playing its charm;
But you know you cannot jump in,
For that itself would,
Break the rhythm of the divine.

It mesmerizes you with its fragrance,
Like a fresh flower,
In full bloom;
But you know you cannot pluck it,
For that would turn it,
Forever, into gloom.

Such is the fate of our wishful fantasies;
'I wish....',
'If only....',
And many more like these...

Deep down you know,
Its not going to happen;
For good or bad,
Unable to fathom.

But what's the harm,
In wishing and aspiring;
If nothing else,
You are living that dream,
In your heart, already.