How pragmatic you may consider it,
but reality doesn’t always fit.
The world, a place so vivid,
a pond too placid.
Impossibilities in reality,
are credible in virtuality.
A writer’s mind and a suitor’s heart,
The thought process and the affectionate part,
swim through the canals of hope.
Even though your brow hangs loose like a rope,
novel ideology of reality,
sways high in the world of virtuality.
A place, unapproachable,
A destination, unattainable,
achievement of such aspirations,
are solely possible at virtual stations.
Stare at your mirror,
and assassin the parasitic terror.
People adhere to orthodox reality.
They are afraid to fly in the sky of virtuality.
Fantasy and flights in virtual lands
produce creativity from intellectual sands.
The strokes of your brushes in reality,
showers rainbows in virtuality.
Don’t resist that feeling of fantasy,
visit those lands with great ecstasy,
Nurture your fondness for creativity,
don’t dawdle in a bridled infinity.
Embrace the true virtuality,
and abandon the false reality.